All That Glitters....
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Category:
-Multi-Age › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
3,458
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own the Lord of the Rings (and associated) book series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Prologue
Title:
Part: 1/?
Author: Phi
Rating: PG-15
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel, Elrond/Saelbeth (F), Erestor/Saelbeth, Thranduil/Celebrian, Lindir/Faelon, others eventually.
Disclaimer: No elves were harmed in the making of this fic. In addition, they do not belong to me!
Feedback: phoenixphi@ntlworld.com
Beta: …
Notes: Huge liberties have been taken with the timelines and Celebrian married Thranduil and has a sister.
Summary: Celebrian is promised to Imladris but she is in love with Prince Thranduil and doesn’t know how to tell her parents. Saelbeth her younger sister takes charge.
Warnings: Mpreg…AU?!
AN: All elves are bisexual, in an all male environment, males can become pregnant.
***** denotes scene change
/blah/ denotes mind speak
*italics* denotes thoughts
Prologue
Erestor watched the sky turn red and burnt orange. The sun had set just a few moments ago and Erestor sighed. His Lord was still leaning over his desk working hard on the new treaty with LothLorien.
*****
“Ada, should you not rest? The sun has set, surely this can wait until morn?”
The Lord of LothLorien was bent over his desk rewriting the final paragraph of the treaties for Imladris and Greenwood. The newly formed realm of Imladris had changed the balance of power between the elves since the death of the High King just a few short months ago.
Celeborn leant back in his chair and ran his hand over his face, scrubbing the tiredness away.
“Saelbeth, it is important that I have these draft treaties ready for the messengers. We need to have stability now the High King has…” He could not finish his words and looked pleadingly at his younger daughter.
Saelbeth nodded her head in understanding and rose to leave the study, looking back once when she heard the quill scratching on parchment again.
*****
Prince Thranduil lay in bed tossing and turning. Soon he would be crowned King and step into his father’s place and lead. His thought’s circled round each other.
*How do I fill his place?* *What should be in the treaty?* *I need to train new guards.* *I need to hold a ceremony for our lost comrades.*
Sleep came slowly and uneasily to Thranduil that night. He dreamt of the Last Alliance and his fathers’ death.
*****
The morning brought with it clear blue skies and warmth. The sun did not take notice of the sombre atmosphere surrounding three Elf Lords and their domains.
Lord Elrond stretched his back and rubbed feeling back into his hands, he took a deep breath and let it out slowly.
Lord Celeborn similarly stretched and heard the unmistakable sound of his spine popping, he felt very old. He picked up the treaties and re-read them. His eyes closed in something akin to sadness, it had fallen to him to keep the peace and balance between the three realms.
Prince Thranduil rolled over on to his front and promptly pulled the fur blanket over his head and groaned loudly. He did not wish to rise this morn. He wished his ada was here.
*****
Messengers were sent from Lorien with haste, carrying their precious cargo of parchment to Imladris and Greenwood. Six riders were dispatched via different routes, three to each land increasing the chances of safe delivery.
Part: 1/?
Author: Phi
Rating: PG-15
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel, Elrond/Saelbeth (F), Erestor/Saelbeth, Thranduil/Celebrian, Lindir/Faelon, others eventually.
Disclaimer: No elves were harmed in the making of this fic. In addition, they do not belong to me!
Feedback: phoenixphi@ntlworld.com
Beta: …
Notes: Huge liberties have been taken with the timelines and Celebrian married Thranduil and has a sister.
Summary: Celebrian is promised to Imladris but she is in love with Prince Thranduil and doesn’t know how to tell her parents. Saelbeth her younger sister takes charge.
Warnings: Mpreg…AU?!
AN: All elves are bisexual, in an all male environment, males can become pregnant.
***** denotes scene change
/blah/ denotes mind speak
*italics* denotes thoughts
Prologue
Erestor watched the sky turn red and burnt orange. The sun had set just a few moments ago and Erestor sighed. His Lord was still leaning over his desk working hard on the new treaty with LothLorien.
*****
“Ada, should you not rest? The sun has set, surely this can wait until morn?”
The Lord of LothLorien was bent over his desk rewriting the final paragraph of the treaties for Imladris and Greenwood. The newly formed realm of Imladris had changed the balance of power between the elves since the death of the High King just a few short months ago.
Celeborn leant back in his chair and ran his hand over his face, scrubbing the tiredness away.
“Saelbeth, it is important that I have these draft treaties ready for the messengers. We need to have stability now the High King has…” He could not finish his words and looked pleadingly at his younger daughter.
Saelbeth nodded her head in understanding and rose to leave the study, looking back once when she heard the quill scratching on parchment again.
*****
Prince Thranduil lay in bed tossing and turning. Soon he would be crowned King and step into his father’s place and lead. His thought’s circled round each other.
*How do I fill his place?* *What should be in the treaty?* *I need to train new guards.* *I need to hold a ceremony for our lost comrades.*
Sleep came slowly and uneasily to Thranduil that night. He dreamt of the Last Alliance and his fathers’ death.
*****
The morning brought with it clear blue skies and warmth. The sun did not take notice of the sombre atmosphere surrounding three Elf Lords and their domains.
Lord Elrond stretched his back and rubbed feeling back into his hands, he took a deep breath and let it out slowly.
Lord Celeborn similarly stretched and heard the unmistakable sound of his spine popping, he felt very old. He picked up the treaties and re-read them. His eyes closed in something akin to sadness, it had fallen to him to keep the peace and balance between the three realms.
Prince Thranduil rolled over on to his front and promptly pulled the fur blanket over his head and groaned loudly. He did not wish to rise this morn. He wished his ada was here.
*****
Messengers were sent from Lorien with haste, carrying their precious cargo of parchment to Imladris and Greenwood. Six riders were dispatched via different routes, three to each land increasing the chances of safe delivery.