Sigilion's Story
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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
11
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1,317
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1
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Sigilion's Story
Title: Sigilion's Story chapter 1
Type: FPS
Author: Lady Mírfain (ladymirfain@earthlink.net)
Rating: NC-17 (in later chapters, I think. G for now)
Pairing: OMC/OMC
Disclaimer: The characters you recognize belong to Tolkien. I am just borrowing them to play with. I promise to return them with smiles on their faces.
Beta: Tuxedo Elf
Notes: This is the story of one of my OMC's. It comes mainly from role play situations. I own Sigilion and Faerfaen. Tuxedo Elf owns Carthôlion and Andernilion. Punisher8209 owns punisher. Other characters will be listed as they appear.
Summary: Sigilion tells his story.
Chapter 1
My world has been upended by a small tornado. There is nothing more that I can say. Her name is Faerfaen and she is the most adorable elfling, who has the energy of 10 all wrapped up in one cute little package. She has wrapped me around her tiny little finger tighter than the strongest knot and I know not when it happened. The day that she accepted me as her adopted father will always be a shining point in my life. She is well loved by many, yet there is one that loves her most of all…. This elf has stolen not only the heart of the elfling, but he has taken possession of my heart as well.
I remember well the day that I first saw Carthôlion. I entered the shop and there he was, his spirit shining brightly. I only had eyes for him, drawn to him as a moth to the f lame. However, I was not the only one. There was one other, a fellow border guard who also vied for his affections, and I feared that I would lose. I was prepared to lose. I fully expected to lose.
In all my many years, I have never been lucky in love. I have had only two lovers in the past and both played me false and scarred my heart. The first was just 5 years past my majority. I loved him dearly and gave him my virginity. He said he loved me as well and asked me to bond with him. I was walking on air. That is, until the day I walked in on him with my brother. I do not know how far nor how long I ran that day. All I do know is that my heart shattered in my chest. I thought I would die. I wanted to die. In a way, a part of me did die that day. My lover and brother bonded on the day that I was to have done so. I attended for my mother. Then I went to my secret place and cried. I have not spoken to my brother or his mate since. I cannot face them and it has been more than a millennia.
My second lover, I thought would be different. It was another warrior and as much different from my first love as he could be. Where the first was dark, the second was fair. Where the first was serious, the second was light hearted. He courted me for three years before he asked me to bond with him. That night, we made love for the first time and I never heard from him again. The next day, he left for Mirkwood in the company of the fair son of Thranduil, with whom he had wagered. They had been lovers and had bonded secretly centuries prior. I felt my heart shatter once again, breaking at all the seams, where I had mended it carefully over the many years. I did not even try to mend it this time.
I closed my heart then and never open ed up to anyone, for I feared it happening again. Until Carthôlion, that is. I fully expected it to happen again. To my eyes, I was damaged somehow. I thought myself unlovable. Even elflings do not warm up to me quickly. It is probably my reserved nature, borne out of the fear of rejection and pain. Still, I did what I could for Carthôlion. He was severely injured and had come to Imladris from Lórien that Elrond may heal him. He awaits surgery, which Lord Elrond promised he would do as soon as possible, though as of yet, there is no set date.
Do his injuries trouble me you ask? Nay, they trouble me not, except that they pain I I would bear his wounds gladly if I could and spare him all pain, for pain has been a daily part of my life for more years than I care to think about. Yet my pain is not as Carthôlion's is. My pain is emotional where his is physical. I have spent time assisting him and bringing what he needed. I have spent time helping Faerfaen as the elfling holds his heart as much as mine. This I did not to win him but to ease his mind, and to help a sweet little one that has seen much tragedy in her short life.
Why did I expect to lose to the other? He has ties to Carthôlion's homeland of Lothlórien and I do not. He is fair where I am dark. He has a great beauty that I do not possess. I truly felt that I was doomed from the start, that my heart was once again destined to be trampled in the dust by the one that was to keep it safe. However, I could not stop loving him. He was too kind and generous for me to feel any hatred or anger towards him. It would not be his fault if he could not return my feelings. I could never place any blame on his shoulders for my own shortcomings.
Type: FPS
Author: Lady Mírfain (ladymirfain@earthlink.net)
Rating: NC-17 (in later chapters, I think. G for now)
Pairing: OMC/OMC
Disclaimer: The characters you recognize belong to Tolkien. I am just borrowing them to play with. I promise to return them with smiles on their faces.
Beta: Tuxedo Elf
Notes: This is the story of one of my OMC's. It comes mainly from role play situations. I own Sigilion and Faerfaen. Tuxedo Elf owns Carthôlion and Andernilion. Punisher8209 owns punisher. Other characters will be listed as they appear.
Summary: Sigilion tells his story.
Chapter 1
My world has been upended by a small tornado. There is nothing more that I can say. Her name is Faerfaen and she is the most adorable elfling, who has the energy of 10 all wrapped up in one cute little package. She has wrapped me around her tiny little finger tighter than the strongest knot and I know not when it happened. The day that she accepted me as her adopted father will always be a shining point in my life. She is well loved by many, yet there is one that loves her most of all…. This elf has stolen not only the heart of the elfling, but he has taken possession of my heart as well.
I remember well the day that I first saw Carthôlion. I entered the shop and there he was, his spirit shining brightly. I only had eyes for him, drawn to him as a moth to the f lame. However, I was not the only one. There was one other, a fellow border guard who also vied for his affections, and I feared that I would lose. I was prepared to lose. I fully expected to lose.
In all my many years, I have never been lucky in love. I have had only two lovers in the past and both played me false and scarred my heart. The first was just 5 years past my majority. I loved him dearly and gave him my virginity. He said he loved me as well and asked me to bond with him. I was walking on air. That is, until the day I walked in on him with my brother. I do not know how far nor how long I ran that day. All I do know is that my heart shattered in my chest. I thought I would die. I wanted to die. In a way, a part of me did die that day. My lover and brother bonded on the day that I was to have done so. I attended for my mother. Then I went to my secret place and cried. I have not spoken to my brother or his mate since. I cannot face them and it has been more than a millennia.
My second lover, I thought would be different. It was another warrior and as much different from my first love as he could be. Where the first was dark, the second was fair. Where the first was serious, the second was light hearted. He courted me for three years before he asked me to bond with him. That night, we made love for the first time and I never heard from him again. The next day, he left for Mirkwood in the company of the fair son of Thranduil, with whom he had wagered. They had been lovers and had bonded secretly centuries prior. I felt my heart shatter once again, breaking at all the seams, where I had mended it carefully over the many years. I did not even try to mend it this time.
I closed my heart then and never open ed up to anyone, for I feared it happening again. Until Carthôlion, that is. I fully expected it to happen again. To my eyes, I was damaged somehow. I thought myself unlovable. Even elflings do not warm up to me quickly. It is probably my reserved nature, borne out of the fear of rejection and pain. Still, I did what I could for Carthôlion. He was severely injured and had come to Imladris from Lórien that Elrond may heal him. He awaits surgery, which Lord Elrond promised he would do as soon as possible, though as of yet, there is no set date.
Do his injuries trouble me you ask? Nay, they trouble me not, except that they pain I I would bear his wounds gladly if I could and spare him all pain, for pain has been a daily part of my life for more years than I care to think about. Yet my pain is not as Carthôlion's is. My pain is emotional where his is physical. I have spent time assisting him and bringing what he needed. I have spent time helping Faerfaen as the elfling holds his heart as much as mine. This I did not to win him but to ease his mind, and to help a sweet little one that has seen much tragedy in her short life.
Why did I expect to lose to the other? He has ties to Carthôlion's homeland of Lothlórien and I do not. He is fair where I am dark. He has a great beauty that I do not possess. I truly felt that I was doomed from the start, that my heart was once again destined to be trampled in the dust by the one that was to keep it safe. However, I could not stop loving him. He was too kind and generous for me to feel any hatred or anger towards him. It would not be his fault if he could not return my feelings. I could never place any blame on his shoulders for my own shortcomings.