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Brownies
Title: Brownies
Author: Krit
Email: kritblack1@yahoo.ca
Website: www.mypaddedcell.net
Pairing: Celeborn/Haldir.
Warnings: Slash (m/m), AU, NC-17 (not graphic)
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 novels by 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.
Note: 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 a laughing at my own stupidity *shrugs*.
Summary: The Lord and his Marchwarden are being stubborn, so ar ofr of Brownies on assignment are there to help them out. Done as a gift for Vesta… Happy Birthday Hon!
Brownies
“Celeborn you are being unreasonable.”
“Unreasonable? Tell me my dear, what is unreasonable about holding true to the vows made to ones wife?”
“Nothing, husband mine, except that there is no passion between us and you crave the intimacy that could be granted you from the arms of another. Add to this that said ‘wife’ has granted permission, nay actively urges you, to take a lover, one you desire very much, and it can be concluded that you are being unreasonable.”
Celeborn bowed his head and pinched the bridge of his nose. The argument was not new, had in fact been reviseveseveral times, and although the words differed from time to time the out come never did. Galadriel would try to convince her husband to heed the yearnings of his heart and Celeborn would stubbornly refuse, determined to remain committed to his wife. Not even Galadriel’s threat of taking a lover of her own had swayed him, and she would have done so just for the sake of easing Celeborn’s guilt over his love of another but for the fact that she could not find any who moved her in such a way.
“Now if you will excuse me my lady, I have a meeting with Haldir in my office.”
Galadriel sighed. “I still think you should just toss Haldir across that desk of yours and have your way with him; I assure you he would be most willing.”
“Haldir would never consider such a thing, nor should you or I for that matter.”
Galadriel’s gaze softened as she watched he husband bristle at her crass words. “Oh he’s considered it; he’s just as committed to duty and responsibility as you are. Pity.”
“I care not to discuss this any longer. I shall see you later for supper.”
And with a flash of silver the indignant Lord of the Golden Wood left the room, Galadriel watching him depart. Once alone she sighed, a devious smile gracing her fair face. “You are right husband; discussion is getting us no where, what with your pig headedness. I think that a different approach is needed.”
So saying the Lady of Light also departed, determined that one way or another she would aid her husband in not only finding his way into the arms of his secret love but also staying there. She had a favor to ask.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Celeborn looked up from the maps he and Haldir had been studying at a knock on the study door. Glancing at his blonde Marchwarden in question, and receiving a shrug in response he straightened and bid their visitor to enter.
Seeing one of the household guards enter, looking rather troubled, he motioned the elf to come closer. “Beragar. What seems to be amiss?”
Beragar bowed at the waist before addressing Celeborn. “My Lord the cook has found something in the cellar that no one knows quite what to do with.”
“Found?”
“If I may my Lord?”
Nodding his permission Celeborn watched as Beragar returned to the door and, bending at the waist, reached around the side and picked up a small cage from the floor where it had been resting. Returning Beragar gently sent the cage on the desk and backed away cautiously. “The Lady suggested I bring them to you.”
Peering at the two small creatures contained in the cage, both of whom were slouched down and leaning against each other, he glanced back at Beragar in disbelief. “Brownies? You found Brownies he che cellar?”
“Yes my Lord, and we were not certain what to do with them.”
“What, pray tell, were they doing in the cellar?”
“Swimming my Lord.”
“Swimming?”
A nod.
“Swimming in what?”
“Beer, my Lord.”
“Ah. So the reason they are so quiet at present is that they are drunk on beer.”
Celeborn sighed before turning to Haldir who had remained silent standing beside his desk. “Haldir, once are work is completed for the day would you be so kind as to take these two…” Celebor gestured to the two brownies “to the woods and set them free?”
Haldir bowed his head in acquiescence. “Of course.”
“Good, that is settled then. Beragar you are free to return to your duties.”
After Beragar left Celeborn spared a brief glance at the two sleepingwniewnies, shaking his head as one of the small man type creatures began to snore, before turning back to Haldir and the work before them, stubbornly stamping out the rampant thoughts about getting his Marchwarden naked and ignored the insistent voice in his head that goaded him to toss the Galadhrim across the desk. Funny how that voice always sounded like his wife’s.
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“Hey!”
Both Haldir and Celeborn looked at the cage where a small, high pitched voice had come from, only to see a tiny man glaring at them. The tiny figure was clad in some sort of animal skin which ended at his knees in a sort of mimicry of a ladies skirt. A pair of boots, that Celeborn would have had a difficult time fitting over his pinkie finger, covered his lower legs from the knee down. His upper half was wrapped in more skins, although it was not a full tunic but appeared to be flung over one shoulder in a haphazard fashion and a fuzzy pile of brown hair stood every which way upon hiad. ad.
“Let me out or you’ll be sorry!” Adding threat to his words the small brownie picked up his spear and waved it in a menacing fashion at the two elves.HaldHaldir had a hard time repressing his smirk at the annoyed brownie and his spear, stopping himself from mentioning that the spear more resembled something an elf would use to pick food from between his teeth than an actual weapon.
“Dear Master Brownie, I assure you we mean you no harm and will be releasing you shortly, after we have completed our work.”
“Shortly? I don’t want to wait for some stupid elf to finish his work. Release me now!”
“I am afraid I cannot.”
A snort could be heard from the brownie that was still slumped against the cages wooden bars.
“Let us out now!”
“In a little while.”
“Now! Now! Now! Now! Now! Now! Now! Now! Now! Now! Now! Now!”
By now both brownies were crying for their release and Haldir grew annoyed at the sharp little voices. Reaching down he picked the cage up from its place on the desk and brought it to eye level, seeing Celeborn move forward slightly, no doubt to get a closer look at the two creatures, out of the corner of his eye.
Growling Haldir addressed the suddenly quiet little men. “You will remain silent until we are finished, then I shall return you to the forest at what ever location you wish. Understood?”
“Aha!” The triumphant cry from the two brownies was not what he had been expecting, nor was the sudden shower of a fine dust over his face. Blindly setting the cage down atop the desk once more he closed his eyes and rubbed ineffectively at them with one hand while the other wiped at his nose, attempting to dispel the ticklish dust, reflexively sneezing from the sensation. Blinking he looked at Celeborn to see if he had been hit with the brownie dust only to find his mouth go dry at the sight.
Celeborn licked his lips as he watched Haldir rub at his face. He himself had recovered quicker from the dusting they had received as Haldir had managed to bear the brunt of the assault. And the blonde was exceptionally tempting as he sneezed loudly. Staring at his secret love he felt a burning desire take him, and all rational thought as to why he had resisted this temptation so diligently, left him and he stared at the warrior with hungry eyes.
Finding Celeborn to be staring was a quick undoing faldialdir and the two elves moved as one, surging forward to lay claim to the other, lips meeting in a passionate, opened mouth kiss, tongues immediately seeking a mate to dance with.
Without breaking the kiss two sets of hands went to work on each others clothing until both elves were similarly naked, hard and yearning. Finally parting from those intoxicating lips Haldir wrapped strong arms around his Lords shoulders and panted heavily against an ear. The soft “I love you” was ended with a groan as one of Celeborn’s questing hands found the treasure it had been seeking. The returned “I love you was almost cut off by a matching groan as a pair of even white teeth sank into his shoulder. Both elves ignored the irritated little voice from the desk top as they sank to the floor, uncaring of anything but each other.
“Do you idiots mind?”
“We don’t want to see that.”
“Stupid elves.”
“Big stupid elves.”
“I just said that, why did you repeat me?”
“I said ‘big stupid elves’, you just said ‘stupid elves’”
“I hate you!”
“Well I hate you too.”
“Next time there is an assignment such as this, I’m requesting another partner.”
The continued squabbling was occasionally drowned out by a passionate moan from the ground, but both brownies were able to ignore it in favor of their own bickering as the elves were now beneath the desk and out of sight.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
The opening of the office door and the soft padding of bare feet went unnoticed by the two elves that were now sleeping peacefully on the floor, and tangle of naked limbs as they each tried to draw the other closer. Smiling softly the intruder daintily picked up the cage containing the slumbering brownies and, turning, cad itd it back out the door and into the hallway, careful to close the door quietly.
“How’d we do?”
Turning to look down upon the small brownie Galadriel smiled. “Very well my little friends, very well indeed. You have my thanks.”
The brownie smiled happily in return. “Twas a pleasure my Lady, we are always happy to help you in anyway.”
“Again thank you, and you do understand that if you ever need my assistance it is yours should you but ask.”
Crouching the Lopenopened the cage and set it on the floor, watching as the brownie she had been speaking with kicked his companion awake and they both stumbled out and onto the floor.
Heading for the exit the first turned once again. “Oh and my Lady…”
Galadriel raised an eyebrow at the little man.
“If you ever need a lust powder again, or anything else, just send for us… although using a hunting bird to bear your message might not be such a good idea, sent my wife into a fit at the sight of such a creature swooping down upon us.”
With that said the two tiny creatures scurried away into the night, the tinkling laughter of Galadriel following them.
Turning once again she regarded the closed office door and after a moments contemplation she left, a pleased smile on her face and a light bounce in her step. Tomorrow would be filled with numerous questions and another discussion, one she fully intended to win this time, but for tonight all was well and peaceful within her home.
The End!
Author: Krit
Email: kritblack1@yahoo.ca
Website: www.mypaddedcell.net
Pairing: Celeborn/Haldir.
Warnings: Slash (m/m), AU, NC-17 (not graphic)
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 novels by 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.
Note: 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 a laughing at my own stupidity *shrugs*.
Summary: The Lord and his Marchwarden are being stubborn, so ar ofr of Brownies on assignment are there to help them out. Done as a gift for Vesta… Happy Birthday Hon!
Brownies
“Celeborn you are being unreasonable.”
“Unreasonable? Tell me my dear, what is unreasonable about holding true to the vows made to ones wife?”
“Nothing, husband mine, except that there is no passion between us and you crave the intimacy that could be granted you from the arms of another. Add to this that said ‘wife’ has granted permission, nay actively urges you, to take a lover, one you desire very much, and it can be concluded that you are being unreasonable.”
Celeborn bowed his head and pinched the bridge of his nose. The argument was not new, had in fact been reviseveseveral times, and although the words differed from time to time the out come never did. Galadriel would try to convince her husband to heed the yearnings of his heart and Celeborn would stubbornly refuse, determined to remain committed to his wife. Not even Galadriel’s threat of taking a lover of her own had swayed him, and she would have done so just for the sake of easing Celeborn’s guilt over his love of another but for the fact that she could not find any who moved her in such a way.
“Now if you will excuse me my lady, I have a meeting with Haldir in my office.”
Galadriel sighed. “I still think you should just toss Haldir across that desk of yours and have your way with him; I assure you he would be most willing.”
“Haldir would never consider such a thing, nor should you or I for that matter.”
Galadriel’s gaze softened as she watched he husband bristle at her crass words. “Oh he’s considered it; he’s just as committed to duty and responsibility as you are. Pity.”
“I care not to discuss this any longer. I shall see you later for supper.”
And with a flash of silver the indignant Lord of the Golden Wood left the room, Galadriel watching him depart. Once alone she sighed, a devious smile gracing her fair face. “You are right husband; discussion is getting us no where, what with your pig headedness. I think that a different approach is needed.”
So saying the Lady of Light also departed, determined that one way or another she would aid her husband in not only finding his way into the arms of his secret love but also staying there. She had a favor to ask.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Celeborn looked up from the maps he and Haldir had been studying at a knock on the study door. Glancing at his blonde Marchwarden in question, and receiving a shrug in response he straightened and bid their visitor to enter.
Seeing one of the household guards enter, looking rather troubled, he motioned the elf to come closer. “Beragar. What seems to be amiss?”
Beragar bowed at the waist before addressing Celeborn. “My Lord the cook has found something in the cellar that no one knows quite what to do with.”
“Found?”
“If I may my Lord?”
Nodding his permission Celeborn watched as Beragar returned to the door and, bending at the waist, reached around the side and picked up a small cage from the floor where it had been resting. Returning Beragar gently sent the cage on the desk and backed away cautiously. “The Lady suggested I bring them to you.”
Peering at the two small creatures contained in the cage, both of whom were slouched down and leaning against each other, he glanced back at Beragar in disbelief. “Brownies? You found Brownies he che cellar?”
“Yes my Lord, and we were not certain what to do with them.”
“What, pray tell, were they doing in the cellar?”
“Swimming my Lord.”
“Swimming?”
A nod.
“Swimming in what?”
“Beer, my Lord.”
“Ah. So the reason they are so quiet at present is that they are drunk on beer.”
Celeborn sighed before turning to Haldir who had remained silent standing beside his desk. “Haldir, once are work is completed for the day would you be so kind as to take these two…” Celebor gestured to the two brownies “to the woods and set them free?”
Haldir bowed his head in acquiescence. “Of course.”
“Good, that is settled then. Beragar you are free to return to your duties.”
After Beragar left Celeborn spared a brief glance at the two sleepingwniewnies, shaking his head as one of the small man type creatures began to snore, before turning back to Haldir and the work before them, stubbornly stamping out the rampant thoughts about getting his Marchwarden naked and ignored the insistent voice in his head that goaded him to toss the Galadhrim across the desk. Funny how that voice always sounded like his wife’s.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
“Hey!”
Both Haldir and Celeborn looked at the cage where a small, high pitched voice had come from, only to see a tiny man glaring at them. The tiny figure was clad in some sort of animal skin which ended at his knees in a sort of mimicry of a ladies skirt. A pair of boots, that Celeborn would have had a difficult time fitting over his pinkie finger, covered his lower legs from the knee down. His upper half was wrapped in more skins, although it was not a full tunic but appeared to be flung over one shoulder in a haphazard fashion and a fuzzy pile of brown hair stood every which way upon hiad. ad.
“Let me out or you’ll be sorry!” Adding threat to his words the small brownie picked up his spear and waved it in a menacing fashion at the two elves.HaldHaldir had a hard time repressing his smirk at the annoyed brownie and his spear, stopping himself from mentioning that the spear more resembled something an elf would use to pick food from between his teeth than an actual weapon.
“Dear Master Brownie, I assure you we mean you no harm and will be releasing you shortly, after we have completed our work.”
“Shortly? I don’t want to wait for some stupid elf to finish his work. Release me now!”
“I am afraid I cannot.”
A snort could be heard from the brownie that was still slumped against the cages wooden bars.
“Let us out now!”
“In a little while.”
“Now! Now! Now! Now! Now! Now! Now! Now! Now! Now! Now! Now!”
By now both brownies were crying for their release and Haldir grew annoyed at the sharp little voices. Reaching down he picked the cage up from its place on the desk and brought it to eye level, seeing Celeborn move forward slightly, no doubt to get a closer look at the two creatures, out of the corner of his eye.
Growling Haldir addressed the suddenly quiet little men. “You will remain silent until we are finished, then I shall return you to the forest at what ever location you wish. Understood?”
“Aha!” The triumphant cry from the two brownies was not what he had been expecting, nor was the sudden shower of a fine dust over his face. Blindly setting the cage down atop the desk once more he closed his eyes and rubbed ineffectively at them with one hand while the other wiped at his nose, attempting to dispel the ticklish dust, reflexively sneezing from the sensation. Blinking he looked at Celeborn to see if he had been hit with the brownie dust only to find his mouth go dry at the sight.
Celeborn licked his lips as he watched Haldir rub at his face. He himself had recovered quicker from the dusting they had received as Haldir had managed to bear the brunt of the assault. And the blonde was exceptionally tempting as he sneezed loudly. Staring at his secret love he felt a burning desire take him, and all rational thought as to why he had resisted this temptation so diligently, left him and he stared at the warrior with hungry eyes.
Finding Celeborn to be staring was a quick undoing faldialdir and the two elves moved as one, surging forward to lay claim to the other, lips meeting in a passionate, opened mouth kiss, tongues immediately seeking a mate to dance with.
Without breaking the kiss two sets of hands went to work on each others clothing until both elves were similarly naked, hard and yearning. Finally parting from those intoxicating lips Haldir wrapped strong arms around his Lords shoulders and panted heavily against an ear. The soft “I love you” was ended with a groan as one of Celeborn’s questing hands found the treasure it had been seeking. The returned “I love you was almost cut off by a matching groan as a pair of even white teeth sank into his shoulder. Both elves ignored the irritated little voice from the desk top as they sank to the floor, uncaring of anything but each other.
“Do you idiots mind?”
“We don’t want to see that.”
“Stupid elves.”
“Big stupid elves.”
“I just said that, why did you repeat me?”
“I said ‘big stupid elves’, you just said ‘stupid elves’”
“I hate you!”
“Well I hate you too.”
“Next time there is an assignment such as this, I’m requesting another partner.”
The continued squabbling was occasionally drowned out by a passionate moan from the ground, but both brownies were able to ignore it in favor of their own bickering as the elves were now beneath the desk and out of sight.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
The opening of the office door and the soft padding of bare feet went unnoticed by the two elves that were now sleeping peacefully on the floor, and tangle of naked limbs as they each tried to draw the other closer. Smiling softly the intruder daintily picked up the cage containing the slumbering brownies and, turning, cad itd it back out the door and into the hallway, careful to close the door quietly.
“How’d we do?”
Turning to look down upon the small brownie Galadriel smiled. “Very well my little friends, very well indeed. You have my thanks.”
The brownie smiled happily in return. “Twas a pleasure my Lady, we are always happy to help you in anyway.”
“Again thank you, and you do understand that if you ever need my assistance it is yours should you but ask.”
Crouching the Lopenopened the cage and set it on the floor, watching as the brownie she had been speaking with kicked his companion awake and they both stumbled out and onto the floor.
Heading for the exit the first turned once again. “Oh and my Lady…”
Galadriel raised an eyebrow at the little man.
“If you ever need a lust powder again, or anything else, just send for us… although using a hunting bird to bear your message might not be such a good idea, sent my wife into a fit at the sight of such a creature swooping down upon us.”
With that said the two tiny creatures scurried away into the night, the tinkling laughter of Galadriel following them.
Turning once again she regarded the closed office door and after a moments contemplation she left, a pleased smile on her face and a light bounce in her step. Tomorrow would be filled with numerous questions and another discussion, one she fully intended to win this time, but for tonight all was well and peaceful within her home.
The End!