Mr Thranduilion Goes to Scotland
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Category:
-Multi-Age › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
1,566
Reviews:
9
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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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.
That Welsh?
A/N: Legolas is obviously not mine. Liam MacLeod is my friend AnneMarie's hyper-seksay brother. He's got black hair and blue eyes, and JAYSUS, he's pretty. Paul McGuigan is someone I fancied when I was 12. Yes, he was from Belfast. He was very adorable. His family is rich. He's not Catholic. Neither am I. He's not really Liam's twin brother. Neither am I.
*~*~*~*
Legolas was wandering through Mirkwood, minding his own business, when he tripped over a rock and fell on his pretty Elven face.
"Bugger," he said, looking up. "I guess I should pay more attention to where I'm going."
"I'll say," spoke a voice that he didn't recognise. "I almost walked right over you."
"Where am I?" Legolas looked around, and realised he was no longer in Mirkwood. And the bloke that was standing over him certainly wasn't an Elf. But, fuck all, if he wasn't sexy. "And who are you?"
"I'm called Liam," said the chap who was called Liam. "And you're in Scotland." Liam helped Legolas to his feet. "You're dressed funny. And you've got hair like a lass."
"I'm not the one in a skirt," remarked Legolas, recalling seeing all of Liam's naughty bits when he was lying on the ground. "w alw all your naughty bits when I was lying on the ground."
"Did you?" Liam was pleased at this, as he was known as the best-hung man in all of Scotland and parts of Northern Ireland. Except Belfast. The title there was held by a sod called Paul McGuigan, who, incidentally, was Liam's identical twin brother, separated at birth.
"Yes."
"Well then. What did you say your name was?"
"Legolas. Legolas Thranduilion," said Legolas. Legolas Thranduilion.
"That Welsh?"
"No, it's Sindarin." How Legolas knew what Welsh was, no one knows. "What's your name?"
Thinking the poor lad had gotten a bit concussed when he fell, Liam repeated his name. "Liam. Liam MacLeod."
"Nice name. Is that Welsh?"
"No," said Liam, trying to figure out how Legolas knew what Welsh was. Or wasn't.
"You're quite fit, for a man in a skirt. Fancy a shag?"
"Sure," said Liam.
*~*~*~*~*
To be continued? Perhaps. Perhaps not. Yes, who am I kidding? Liam and Legolas have to get to it. They're both so bloody gorgeous, it'd be a shame if they didn't. Heh.
And if you haven't figured out that this is MEANT to be stupid, then there's more wrong with you than pharmaceuticals can correct.
Love,
Sugary Lime.
*~*~*~*
Legolas was wandering through Mirkwood, minding his own business, when he tripped over a rock and fell on his pretty Elven face.
"Bugger," he said, looking up. "I guess I should pay more attention to where I'm going."
"I'll say," spoke a voice that he didn't recognise. "I almost walked right over you."
"Where am I?" Legolas looked around, and realised he was no longer in Mirkwood. And the bloke that was standing over him certainly wasn't an Elf. But, fuck all, if he wasn't sexy. "And who are you?"
"I'm called Liam," said the chap who was called Liam. "And you're in Scotland." Liam helped Legolas to his feet. "You're dressed funny. And you've got hair like a lass."
"I'm not the one in a skirt," remarked Legolas, recalling seeing all of Liam's naughty bits when he was lying on the ground. "w alw all your naughty bits when I was lying on the ground."
"Did you?" Liam was pleased at this, as he was known as the best-hung man in all of Scotland and parts of Northern Ireland. Except Belfast. The title there was held by a sod called Paul McGuigan, who, incidentally, was Liam's identical twin brother, separated at birth.
"Yes."
"Well then. What did you say your name was?"
"Legolas. Legolas Thranduilion," said Legolas. Legolas Thranduilion.
"That Welsh?"
"No, it's Sindarin." How Legolas knew what Welsh was, no one knows. "What's your name?"
Thinking the poor lad had gotten a bit concussed when he fell, Liam repeated his name. "Liam. Liam MacLeod."
"Nice name. Is that Welsh?"
"No," said Liam, trying to figure out how Legolas knew what Welsh was. Or wasn't.
"You're quite fit, for a man in a skirt. Fancy a shag?"
"Sure," said Liam.
*~*~*~*~*
To be continued? Perhaps. Perhaps not. Yes, who am I kidding? Liam and Legolas have to get to it. They're both so bloody gorgeous, it'd be a shame if they didn't. Heh.
And if you haven't figured out that this is MEANT to be stupid, then there's more wrong with you than pharmaceuticals can correct.
Love,
Sugary Lime.