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Part 01: My lord, perhaps you should consider marrying.
TITLE: Lady of Rivendell
PART: 01 of ??
SERIES: None yet
AUTHOR: RunningWithCoyotes
E-MAIL: dippet4ever@yahoo.se
WEBSITE:
RATING: PG, Parental Guidance Suggested
FANDOM: Lord Of The Rings
MAIN PAIRING: Elrond Peredhil/Original Female
OTHER PAIRINGS: Glorfindel/Erestor, Legolas/Surprise(sort of),
Aragorn/Arwen, Aragorn/Eomer(one-sided), Elladan/Elrohir, others as I go
along
DATE: Jan 06 2007
ARCHIVE: fanfiction.net, adult-fanfiction.org, Library Of Moria if they want
me, others please ask.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the characters of which I write, except the
ones obviously sprung out of my mind. I am not writing this for any other
purpose than having fun. Tolkien owns the characters, the actors portraying
them own themselves, and I do not know who owns the dress, sorry, “robe”
which started this madness.
WARNINGS: Characters behaving out of style(OOC), character death, rape,
alcoholism, swearing, adultery, incest between two adult males. There might
be graphic sex in it, too – I haven’t made up my mind yet. I haven’t decided
about the rape yet, either.
SUMMARY: In a world finally released from Shadow and Evil, a reluctant
lord finds himself being coerced into re–marrying. The only problem is
finding a decent girl. And convincing said Lord about it being in his best
interests.
AUTHOR’S NOTES: Don't tell me Legolas isn’t really a blonde. I already know
that. If you are offended by this, then it is not my problem as I wrote a
proper disclaimer and put in more warnings than I'll most likely use. Should
you choose to flame me, I will consider the flame trash-mail and most likely
delete without reading – and definitely without replying. Feedback is always
welcome.
This is a complete rewrite of Lady of Rivendell, since the first version had
more holes than a sieve. Therefore you will recognise parts, but I hope it will
be more than just dialogue this time... *shudders* It is also more serious,
since I got sick of myself when re-reading it and simply found myself unable
to finish it seeing how ruthlessly I made fun of characters I am very fond of.
Hopefully, I'll still be able to get in some humour – well, I laugh at it anyway.
Oh, and my timeline is most likely completely wrong. It usually is. Point out
the mistakes you find nicely, please, and I’ll fix them.
Note to self: get Beta.
_CHAPTER 01: My lord, perhaps you should consider marrying._
Lord Elrond, King of Rivendell, stared in blatant disbelief at his Chief
Advisor, an elf he had up until now considered a close friend.
"Are you INSANE?" He roared. Erestor ignored the King's outburst, and
continued as he had done before being so rudely interrupted:
"-and considering the fact that your people has started complaining about
you constantly being so gloomy and sullen-"
"I am NOT sullen! I'm *serious*!" The raven-haired advisor gave him a
pointed look.
"/If/ I could be allowed to finish." Elrond grumbled, but obediently shut up.
"Thank you. Now, as I was saying, you have been a widower for over six hundred
years, sire. It is not wise for one who is teaching the freedom of love, not
to practice it. Frankly, it makes you look like a hypocrite, sire." Elrond did
his best killer glare, but Erestor stood unfazed.
"Remember, sire, that it was /I/ who taught you that look." Curses, he’d
forgotten that.
"Can’t you just bugger off and bother someone else?" He gave his best
pathetic-little-elfling-look.
"No I can't, sire. Besides" a smile graced dark cherry lips. "I /like/ to bother
you. You make it so easy."
"But marriage!" Elrond whined, not that he’d ever admit to whining.
"Yes, sire. A new spouse would do you good." /If nothing else/ he added
mentally, /It'll keep you busy, so I won’t have to worry about you getting
youtself into trouble./ "Think of it as a fresh start: The war is over, the Ring
destroyed, and you only lost about half of the warriors you sent into the
battle. Much better than last time. Your daughter is married, your sons have
agreed to be a little more discreet, and I and Glorfindel already run the
relevant parts of your kingdom for you." Elrond sighed. When Erestor was in
this mood, the best thing you could do was agree with him – he /never/ shut
up otherwise.
"Alright. I give in. I'll go look for a new wife. But where do I start?"
"Since your last bride was from Lothlorien, it would be politically wise to
marry one of the Ladies, or Lords, of Mirkwood."
"Lords!" Elrond was appaled, but Erestor just rolled his eyes.
"Yes, why not? You do not need an heir – you have one already; Elladan."
"Elrohir"
"No, Elladan is the eldest."
"He is? I always thought Elrohir was the eldest. He is more mature."
"That doesn't mean much when talking about twins, sire."
"Whatever." Elrond sighed and pushed an unruly lock of greying hair from
his face. Was it just him, or had he gotten a few new grey strands over the
last hour? "You're making me age." He complained.
"Don't be silly” Erestor admonished, as if he was a silly teenager. "You have
seen almost eight millennia."
"Don't remind me. It’s depressing."
"And since you are part human, you will age faster than I will."
"Which explains why you are prettier than I am."
"No, I was always prettier than you." Elrond gave Erestor a furious glare, and
the advisor found it best to leave the touchy subject.
"So you will consider the eligible youths of Mirkwood, as I requested." Elrond
gave in.
"Alright, alright, I will. Any special person?"
"Now that you mention it-“ Erestor handed him a scroll. "any one of these
should suffice." He swept out the door, ignoring the horrified shriek his Lord
would never admit to having uttered. By the Valar, it was only fifty names
on the silly list.
"I actually agree with Erestor." Glorfindel said at the banquet, handing
Elrond a napkin when the king choked on his wine.
"You /what/!"
"I agree with Erestor. My lord, you are –dare I say it,- sullen. And dour. And
you bore me out of my skull."
"Not that that is much of a hardship" Elrond muttered to himself, then
turned back to his friend: "Only because I don't want to hear all about how
lovely your lover is or the way his beautiful dark eyes sparkle or how sexy he
is when he prowls the halls."
"Oh, yes, when he prowls... have you noticed how his robe accentuates his-"
"GLORFINDEL!" Elrond yelled, but quickly lowered his voice when he noticed
the attention this had brought. "I said that I don't need to hear all the
details. If you remember, I work with him."
"But you don't realise how lovely he is. I was only explaining-"
"Yes, 'Fin, what were you explaining?" The silky smooth voice instantly made
Glorfindel blush, and he couldn’t answer the question since his tongue
refused to move in his mouth. He looked down at his hands, chewing on his
lower lip.
"He was just telling me of that beautiful lover of his" Elrond said in a neutral
tone of voice. "and exacly how sexy he looks in his heavy dark robes, and
how they set off his arse."
"I see." Erestor replied in an equeal neutral tone of voice. Then he smiled and
placed himself next to Glorfindel. "You have to tell me all about him later."
Glorfindel raised his eyes to look at Erestor, fire burning in his gaze.
"Oh trust me," he purred, "I will." Elrond cleared his throat.
"If we could get back to the problem at hand?" both elves blushed and
turned to look at him.
"What problem?" Erestor asked, slightly breathless from the way his love
looked at him. He could still feel that hungry gaze on him, and flushed
slightly, squirming in his seat.
"All those elves on that evil list of yours." Elrond said, throwing said piece of
parchment at his friend.
"Yes, what is wrong with it?" Erestor gracefully caught it.
"I don't /know/ half of them!"
"Is that it? You don’t know them?" Erestor sighed. “Oh Elrond, what am I to
do with you?”
"What do you mean by that?"
"Not knowing them is not important – you can get to know them without
much work."
"But I don't want to!" Elrond pouted trying his best to look pathetic and miserable.
"Nonsense. You'll change your mind as soon as we get there.” Glorfindel said smiling, adding: “They're all stunning."
"Besides, Thranduil is expecting our arrival a forthnight from tomorrow,"
Erestor said, grinning evilly at his lord. Elrond groaned. Some days, there was just no reasoning with Erestor.
TBC.
PART: 01 of ??
SERIES: None yet
AUTHOR: RunningWithCoyotes
E-MAIL: dippet4ever@yahoo.se
WEBSITE:
RATING: PG, Parental Guidance Suggested
FANDOM: Lord Of The Rings
MAIN PAIRING: Elrond Peredhil/Original Female
OTHER PAIRINGS: Glorfindel/Erestor, Legolas/Surprise(sort of),
Aragorn/Arwen, Aragorn/Eomer(one-sided), Elladan/Elrohir, others as I go
along
DATE: Jan 06 2007
ARCHIVE: fanfiction.net, adult-fanfiction.org, Library Of Moria if they want
me, others please ask.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the characters of which I write, except the
ones obviously sprung out of my mind. I am not writing this for any other
purpose than having fun. Tolkien owns the characters, the actors portraying
them own themselves, and I do not know who owns the dress, sorry, “robe”
which started this madness.
WARNINGS: Characters behaving out of style(OOC), character death, rape,
alcoholism, swearing, adultery, incest between two adult males. There might
be graphic sex in it, too – I haven’t made up my mind yet. I haven’t decided
about the rape yet, either.
SUMMARY: In a world finally released from Shadow and Evil, a reluctant
lord finds himself being coerced into re–marrying. The only problem is
finding a decent girl. And convincing said Lord about it being in his best
interests.
AUTHOR’S NOTES: Don't tell me Legolas isn’t really a blonde. I already know
that. If you are offended by this, then it is not my problem as I wrote a
proper disclaimer and put in more warnings than I'll most likely use. Should
you choose to flame me, I will consider the flame trash-mail and most likely
delete without reading – and definitely without replying. Feedback is always
welcome.
This is a complete rewrite of Lady of Rivendell, since the first version had
more holes than a sieve. Therefore you will recognise parts, but I hope it will
be more than just dialogue this time... *shudders* It is also more serious,
since I got sick of myself when re-reading it and simply found myself unable
to finish it seeing how ruthlessly I made fun of characters I am very fond of.
Hopefully, I'll still be able to get in some humour – well, I laugh at it anyway.
Oh, and my timeline is most likely completely wrong. It usually is. Point out
the mistakes you find nicely, please, and I’ll fix them.
Note to self: get Beta.
_CHAPTER 01: My lord, perhaps you should consider marrying._
Lord Elrond, King of Rivendell, stared in blatant disbelief at his Chief
Advisor, an elf he had up until now considered a close friend.
"Are you INSANE?" He roared. Erestor ignored the King's outburst, and
continued as he had done before being so rudely interrupted:
"-and considering the fact that your people has started complaining about
you constantly being so gloomy and sullen-"
"I am NOT sullen! I'm *serious*!" The raven-haired advisor gave him a
pointed look.
"/If/ I could be allowed to finish." Elrond grumbled, but obediently shut up.
"Thank you. Now, as I was saying, you have been a widower for over six hundred
years, sire. It is not wise for one who is teaching the freedom of love, not
to practice it. Frankly, it makes you look like a hypocrite, sire." Elrond did
his best killer glare, but Erestor stood unfazed.
"Remember, sire, that it was /I/ who taught you that look." Curses, he’d
forgotten that.
"Can’t you just bugger off and bother someone else?" He gave his best
pathetic-little-elfling-look.
"No I can't, sire. Besides" a smile graced dark cherry lips. "I /like/ to bother
you. You make it so easy."
"But marriage!" Elrond whined, not that he’d ever admit to whining.
"Yes, sire. A new spouse would do you good." /If nothing else/ he added
mentally, /It'll keep you busy, so I won’t have to worry about you getting
youtself into trouble./ "Think of it as a fresh start: The war is over, the Ring
destroyed, and you only lost about half of the warriors you sent into the
battle. Much better than last time. Your daughter is married, your sons have
agreed to be a little more discreet, and I and Glorfindel already run the
relevant parts of your kingdom for you." Elrond sighed. When Erestor was in
this mood, the best thing you could do was agree with him – he /never/ shut
up otherwise.
"Alright. I give in. I'll go look for a new wife. But where do I start?"
"Since your last bride was from Lothlorien, it would be politically wise to
marry one of the Ladies, or Lords, of Mirkwood."
"Lords!" Elrond was appaled, but Erestor just rolled his eyes.
"Yes, why not? You do not need an heir – you have one already; Elladan."
"Elrohir"
"No, Elladan is the eldest."
"He is? I always thought Elrohir was the eldest. He is more mature."
"That doesn't mean much when talking about twins, sire."
"Whatever." Elrond sighed and pushed an unruly lock of greying hair from
his face. Was it just him, or had he gotten a few new grey strands over the
last hour? "You're making me age." He complained.
"Don't be silly” Erestor admonished, as if he was a silly teenager. "You have
seen almost eight millennia."
"Don't remind me. It’s depressing."
"And since you are part human, you will age faster than I will."
"Which explains why you are prettier than I am."
"No, I was always prettier than you." Elrond gave Erestor a furious glare, and
the advisor found it best to leave the touchy subject.
"So you will consider the eligible youths of Mirkwood, as I requested." Elrond
gave in.
"Alright, alright, I will. Any special person?"
"Now that you mention it-“ Erestor handed him a scroll. "any one of these
should suffice." He swept out the door, ignoring the horrified shriek his Lord
would never admit to having uttered. By the Valar, it was only fifty names
on the silly list.
"I actually agree with Erestor." Glorfindel said at the banquet, handing
Elrond a napkin when the king choked on his wine.
"You /what/!"
"I agree with Erestor. My lord, you are –dare I say it,- sullen. And dour. And
you bore me out of my skull."
"Not that that is much of a hardship" Elrond muttered to himself, then
turned back to his friend: "Only because I don't want to hear all about how
lovely your lover is or the way his beautiful dark eyes sparkle or how sexy he
is when he prowls the halls."
"Oh, yes, when he prowls... have you noticed how his robe accentuates his-"
"GLORFINDEL!" Elrond yelled, but quickly lowered his voice when he noticed
the attention this had brought. "I said that I don't need to hear all the
details. If you remember, I work with him."
"But you don't realise how lovely he is. I was only explaining-"
"Yes, 'Fin, what were you explaining?" The silky smooth voice instantly made
Glorfindel blush, and he couldn’t answer the question since his tongue
refused to move in his mouth. He looked down at his hands, chewing on his
lower lip.
"He was just telling me of that beautiful lover of his" Elrond said in a neutral
tone of voice. "and exacly how sexy he looks in his heavy dark robes, and
how they set off his arse."
"I see." Erestor replied in an equeal neutral tone of voice. Then he smiled and
placed himself next to Glorfindel. "You have to tell me all about him later."
Glorfindel raised his eyes to look at Erestor, fire burning in his gaze.
"Oh trust me," he purred, "I will." Elrond cleared his throat.
"If we could get back to the problem at hand?" both elves blushed and
turned to look at him.
"What problem?" Erestor asked, slightly breathless from the way his love
looked at him. He could still feel that hungry gaze on him, and flushed
slightly, squirming in his seat.
"All those elves on that evil list of yours." Elrond said, throwing said piece of
parchment at his friend.
"Yes, what is wrong with it?" Erestor gracefully caught it.
"I don't /know/ half of them!"
"Is that it? You don’t know them?" Erestor sighed. “Oh Elrond, what am I to
do with you?”
"What do you mean by that?"
"Not knowing them is not important – you can get to know them without
much work."
"But I don't want to!" Elrond pouted trying his best to look pathetic and miserable.
"Nonsense. You'll change your mind as soon as we get there.” Glorfindel said smiling, adding: “They're all stunning."
"Besides, Thranduil is expecting our arrival a forthnight from tomorrow,"
Erestor said, grinning evilly at his lord. Elrond groaned. Some days, there was just no reasoning with Erestor.
TBC.