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Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,941
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Virgin!Elrond
Virgin!Elrond
Melethryn Challenge:
virgin!Elrond [Submitted by SkyFire]
- Write a virgin!Elrond fic, any rating/genre.
Sound easy? But wait- there's more!
- The thing is, the fic has to take place after Celebrían went over the Sea. That means Arwen, Elladan and Elrohir are already born.
- Elrond has to be completely clueless as to the fact that his kids aren't his.
- Fic must contain one or all of the following sentences (or something similar): "By the Valar, (woman/man)! What do you think you're doing?" or "Get your hand off that!" or "(eyes wide) You want to do what?!" or "By the Valar, (woman/man), put some clothes on!!"
Title: Virgin!Elrond
Author: Anu, anubeta@lycos.com
Rating: PG13
Pairing: Implied Erestor/Celebrian, implied Glorfindel/Elrond.
Genre: Humor, Slash
Summary: The title says it all, doesn't it?
GET ON WITH IT, ANU!!!
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Celebrían had gone over the Sea a month ago, Erestor moped as he got into his cold bed alone.
Winter was coming, and there was nobody to put his cold feet on when he got into bed anymore, and Elrond's offer to 'warm him up' didn't help. Elrond's idea of warming someone up was probably going out riding with the twins.
Erestor sighed and hid his face in the pillow. Heded ded to get laid really, really bad.
*******
"Pssst! Elrond!" Glorfindel whispered, tapping on the window.
Elrond looked over at him, raising a brow at Glorfindel's moonlit profile. What WAS he wearing?
Elrond got up and swung open the window, causing the blonde to tumble and fall in an ungraceful heap. His eyebrow went higher. "By the Valar, man, put some clothes on!!" For he now saw that Glorfindel was wearing naught but a particularly tight pair of leggings that showed every last detail, and it was a rather cold night for him to be running about half-naked.
"Elrond, have you ANY clue as to why I came in here, like this?" Glorfindel plucked at the fabric of the leggings.
"To seek my counsel in the middle of the night in a decidedly ungraceful fashion?"
"No. To seduce you."
"Seduce?"
With a sigh and a rolling of his eyes Valar-ward, Glorfindel gave up honesty and tact, and reached out, grabbing Elrond's crotch.
Elrond's eyes went wide. "What do you think you're doing? Get your hand off that!"
Glorfindel grinned cheekily, but did not relinquish his prize. "That, is what I came to 'talk' to you about."
Elrond felt Glorfindel's head for a fever, the healer in him reasserting himself despite the most unusual situation. "Are you well, Glorfindel? Perhaps I should get you to bed."
"Bed? So fast? Why certainly!" the blonde replied enthusiastically.
Elrond stared a moment, then forcefully removed Glorfindel's hand from his anatomy.
********
Erestor gave up trying to sleep and got up to hit the kitchen. Maybe there was food there, if the twins hadn't eaten it all.
As he walked past Elrond's room, he heard a muffled shout of, "You want to do what?!" He paused mid stride, looking at the wall from behind which it had come.
Perhaps he shouldn't be listening.
Glorfindel's unmistakable voice asked, "You never did this before? Not even with Celebrían?"
Erestor missed the answer, but suddenly got the feeling he was orc chow.
"Erestor?"
"Erestor!"
At hearing the two voices shout his name as they figured out who HAD fathered the twins and Arwen, Erestor flipped up his robes and ran for his life.
*************
In Lothlórien, Galadriel cackled merrily as she peeped on the action through her mirror. Celeborn rolled his eyes at the ecstatic cries of, "Oh! Ah! Elbereth! I mean, Glorfindel! AH! Oh!" and walked away, leaving Galadriel to her petty amusements.
-End-
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Melethryn Challenge:
virgin!Elrond [Submitted by SkyFire]
- Write a virgin!Elrond fic, any rating/genre.
Sound easy? But wait- there's more!
- The thing is, the fic has to take place after Celebrían went over the Sea. That means Arwen, Elladan and Elrohir are already born.
- Elrond has to be completely clueless as to the fact that his kids aren't his.
- Fic must contain one or all of the following sentences (or something similar): "By the Valar, (woman/man)! What do you think you're doing?" or "Get your hand off that!" or "(eyes wide) You want to do what?!" or "By the Valar, (woman/man), put some clothes on!!"
Title: Virgin!Elrond
Author: Anu, anubeta@lycos.com
Rating: PG13
Pairing: Implied Erestor/Celebrian, implied Glorfindel/Elrond.
Genre: Humor, Slash
Summary: The title says it all, doesn't it?
GET ON WITH IT, ANU!!!
________________________________________________
Celebrían had gone over the Sea a month ago, Erestor moped as he got into his cold bed alone.
Winter was coming, and there was nobody to put his cold feet on when he got into bed anymore, and Elrond's offer to 'warm him up' didn't help. Elrond's idea of warming someone up was probably going out riding with the twins.
Erestor sighed and hid his face in the pillow. Heded ded to get laid really, really bad.
*******
"Pssst! Elrond!" Glorfindel whispered, tapping on the window.
Elrond looked over at him, raising a brow at Glorfindel's moonlit profile. What WAS he wearing?
Elrond got up and swung open the window, causing the blonde to tumble and fall in an ungraceful heap. His eyebrow went higher. "By the Valar, man, put some clothes on!!" For he now saw that Glorfindel was wearing naught but a particularly tight pair of leggings that showed every last detail, and it was a rather cold night for him to be running about half-naked.
"Elrond, have you ANY clue as to why I came in here, like this?" Glorfindel plucked at the fabric of the leggings.
"To seek my counsel in the middle of the night in a decidedly ungraceful fashion?"
"No. To seduce you."
"Seduce?"
With a sigh and a rolling of his eyes Valar-ward, Glorfindel gave up honesty and tact, and reached out, grabbing Elrond's crotch.
Elrond's eyes went wide. "What do you think you're doing? Get your hand off that!"
Glorfindel grinned cheekily, but did not relinquish his prize. "That, is what I came to 'talk' to you about."
Elrond felt Glorfindel's head for a fever, the healer in him reasserting himself despite the most unusual situation. "Are you well, Glorfindel? Perhaps I should get you to bed."
"Bed? So fast? Why certainly!" the blonde replied enthusiastically.
Elrond stared a moment, then forcefully removed Glorfindel's hand from his anatomy.
********
Erestor gave up trying to sleep and got up to hit the kitchen. Maybe there was food there, if the twins hadn't eaten it all.
As he walked past Elrond's room, he heard a muffled shout of, "You want to do what?!" He paused mid stride, looking at the wall from behind which it had come.
Perhaps he shouldn't be listening.
Glorfindel's unmistakable voice asked, "You never did this before? Not even with Celebrían?"
Erestor missed the answer, but suddenly got the feeling he was orc chow.
"Erestor?"
"Erestor!"
At hearing the two voices shout his name as they figured out who HAD fathered the twins and Arwen, Erestor flipped up his robes and ran for his life.
*************
In Lothlórien, Galadriel cackled merrily as she peeped on the action through her mirror. Celeborn rolled his eyes at the ecstatic cries of, "Oh! Ah! Elbereth! I mean, Glorfindel! AH! Oh!" and walked away, leaving Galadriel to her petty amusements.
-End-
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