NEW CHAPTER OF "SONG FOR A SUMMER NIGHT"
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silwritersguildThis is possibly the perviest fic I've ever written and this is definitely the perviest chapter. So please heed the warnings.
STORY TITLE: SONG FOR A SUMMER NIGHT
CHAPTER TITLE: PRECIOUS GIFTS
RATING: NC-17
WARNINGS: *GRAPHIC THREE-WAY SLASH AND DESCRIPTION OF THREE MALES BONDING*
THREESOME: Finrod/Celeborn/Thingol
SUMMARY: After a nasty fight with his sister Galadriel, Finrod goes to Thingol's office for a consultation, where he discovers a surprise, and a new way to wear a ruby ring.
When Finrod kicked open the door to Elu Thingol's inner office and strode through it, the sight that greeted him was of his lover Celeborn sitting atop the King’s polished mahogany desk completely nude, his legs spread apart and with a huge erection dangling happily between them. That did not surprise Finrod as much as the vision of Elwë kneeling before Finrod’s silver-haired boyfriend, one hand resting lightly upon each of Celeborn’s knees, wearing only a heavy dark red velvet robe trimmed with grey fur, open in front to expose the King’s beautiful, long, naked body, save for the several golden chains heavily encrusted with diamonds, emeralds and rubies that hung around his regal neck. He also displayed a juttingly large erection as he gazed cravingly at that which Celeborn was revealing to him, his pale grey eyes glazed with lust and his lips slightly parted. His tongue protruded slightly from them, and encircling its tip was a large ring studded with rubies.
Both silver-haired heads turned, their owners startled, towards the doorway after Finrod crashed through it. Celeborn and Thingol did not utter a word as they waited breathlessly for Finrod to speak first. Finrod, dripping blood onto his sapphire blue leggings from the deep scratches on his bicep, stood wordlessly staring at them as he took a moment to search for the best bitingly sarcastic remark that he could muster from his vast vocabulary.
He settled for, “What are you doing?”
Celeborn continued to stare at him curiously with clear wide eyes, not at all concerned about the situation and how the scenario must appear to Finrod. “What’s happened to you, Roddy?” he asked. “You’re bleeding!”
“I have just had a fight with your sister, my wife!” he cried. “No! I mean MY sister and YOUR wife! And YOUR lover!” he added, spitting the last words at Thingol.
“This thing is getting awfully confusing for all of us, isn’t it?” asked Celeborn sympathetically and clicking his tongue.
“I ask again, what are you doing?” repeated Finrod in much louder tones, trying to make sense out of what he was witnessing. “Why is there a ring on Elwë’s tongue?”
Elu, trying to maintain his dignified appearance, rose slowly from his kneeling position and promptly shut his mouth.
“Poor, dear Roddy!” Celeborn cooed, launching himself off of the desk and moving swiftly towards his lover. “Let me tend to your wounds!” He did not notice that he had left behind on the shiny mahogany surface two large circular imprint marks where his buttocks had been.
Elu moved quickly towards the other Elvesl, positioning himself on Finrod’s right side as Celeborn had taken up position on his left, and making soothing noises to his golden-haired lover. Together they drew him toward the sofa as he protested their ministrations to no avail. Finrod looked enquiringly to his left and to his right, from naked Elf to naked Elf, as they each expressed concern for the deepness of his scratches.
“My sister’s claws cut deep”, he agreed, as Celeborn and Elu clucked and exclaimed over the severe nature of the wounds and the extent of the bleeding. Elu then stood up, letting his robe fall to the floor, and strode to the desk. As he bent over it, looking through its drawers for bandage cloth, Finrod had an opportunity to examine the King’s sleekly tall, beautifully formed physique. His legs were impossibly long and heavily muscled, slim but not quite as slim as Celeborn’s. He was built straight and strong, his limbs long and graceful, his hands and feet very large. Celeborn, by contrast, was tall but elegantly slender, with more curves to his body. Finrod almost lost his sense of outrage as he gazed appreciatively at Thingol. He wondered what he should expect within the next few minutes from the two gloriously naked Elves who were planted on either side of him like bookends. He glanced upwards curiously as Elu stood with bandages in his hand.
“Thucktheth! I’ve thecured thome dretthingth for your woundth from my dethk”, he said, forgetting that the ruby ring still encircled his tongue. He quickly tried to remove it as Finrod asked again curiously, “Why do you have a ring on your tongue?”
“Oh!” laughed Celeborn. “Elu was just about to give me the ring in a unique manner of presentation when you walked in! I think Roddy would enjoy this. Why don’t we show him what you were just about to do?”
Thingol's face turned a rather attractive shade of pink as he stammered, “I don’t think that’th thuch a good idea”. He glanced sheepishly toward Finrod, who was having a difficult time trying not to look lasciviously at the stately but very naked King of Doriath.
Celeborn then leaned over to play with Finrod’s hair, running his fingers through the golden strands and letting them cascade over his wrists and arms. He let his left hand drop down to Finrod’s shoulder and gently caressed the deep scratches that were beginning to scab on his muscular upper arm. “Let us bandage this for you, Roddy”, he crooned into Finrod’s ear. “Take off your shirt first, come on”, he coaxed. Elu moved closer so that he was standing facing Finrod and leaned down to help Celeborn peel Finrod’s torn shirt away from his shoulders and pull it down over his arms. They didn’t bother to unbutton it first since it was ripped anyway. Finrod tried to avert his eyes from Elu’s sizeable erection which was threatening to poke him in the face as the two naked Elves were undressing him. Celeborn leaned over to plant a series of kisses across Finrod’s bare chest. Finrod’s questioning gaze met Thingol’s over Celeborn’s head as Finrod looked up and saw Elu smiling invitingly down at him while grasping his own arousal in a suggestive manner, holding it out to him in an open invitation. Finrod stared at the impressive member, then gasped as Celeborn lowered his head to Finrod’s lap and kissed the growing bulge in his trousers. Then Celeborn and Elu raised Finrod up to a standing position and Elu reached out to massage Finrod’s taut abdomen, running his fingers in feathery touches from his navel downwards as Finrod gasped in delighted anticipation.
The King then grasped the ties to Finrod’s pants and undid them, and very slowly eased them down over his strong thighs. Finrod groaned as his erection sprang forth and Elu leaned in to let his own rub against Finrod’s stomach. Celeborn then took Finrod’s lips into his in a passionate kiss, thrusting his tongue between the soft pink flesh to the warm cavern within. With his left hand he caressed Finrod’s back, running his finger down to the pert mounds of his firm bottom. He ran his forefinger downwards, tracing the cleft between Finrod’s buttocks. Finrod groaned and bucked forward as Elu lowered himself down until his regal mouth was on a level with Finrod’s aching erection. The King then took it lovingly into his mouth and started to suck upon it slowly, relishing the flavour of honey that Finrod emitted, tasting just as Celeborn had told him he would. The blond Elf gasped and writhed as he felt the cool touch of the metal ring against the throbbing flesh of his arousal.
Celeborn then released Finrod’s lips and climbed agilely up onto the back of the sofa as Thingol continued to pleasure the golden-haired Elf orally. Kneeling on top of the backrest, Celeborn then carefully pushed Finrod’s broad back forward until he was leaning over toward Elu, who had to adjust himself to suckle Finrod from underneath. Placing his hands on either side of Finrod’s hips, Celeborn positioned his lover’s backside in front of his aching member until he could penetrate his eager crevice. Finrod cried out passionately as he felt Celeborn enter him and press against his sweet spot almost immediately. The feeling of Elu’s lips and ringed tongue upon his member was suddenly too much and with a great cry he spent his seed into the King’s eager mouth. Celeborn then withdrew and together he and Elu laid Finrod down on his back upon the sofa to recover.
Elu then repositioned himself to take Celeborn’s member into his mouth as soon as the silver-haired Elf cleaned himself with a leftover piece of bandage. “Should we show Finrod how I wath going to give you your gift now?” the King asked.
“Yes, I don’t think he’ll mind now, will you Roddy?” asked Celeborn, his erection large and throbbing.
Finrod looked at them with flushed cheeks and sighed. He worried in that moment that he was going to lose Celeborn as his bonded mate, but somehow that realization did not bother him as much as it would have done if the previous act that he had been a part of had not occurred.
“No, I suppose not”, he said. “You may as well give it to him, Elwë”.
Celeborn then turned and pressed his member forward eagerly as Thingol sat down upon Finrod’s thighs and opened his mouth to receive it. He pushed out his tongue encased by the ring and touched it to the tip of Celeborn’s cock. In one smooth stroke he transferred the ring from his tongue to the end of Celeborn’s member and pushed it down the shaft as far as it would go, licking all along the underside as Celeborn yelped at the sensation of both tongue and metal.
Finrod could not believe how erotic was the sight of Celeborn and Thingol as he watched the transfer take place. He continued to stare and grew hard again as he saw Thingol take Celeborn fully into his mouth and begin to vigorously suckle him up and down until Celeborn’s knees buckled under him. Then Elu lifted the slighter silver-haired Elf easily and laid him face-to-face on top of Finrod. As Celeborn pressed his lips to Finrod’s and kissed him passionately, he lifted up his bottom toward Thingol, who prepared himself for entry. As Celeborn and Finrod kissed each other, moaning as their erections pressed up against each other’s stomachs, Elu continued to slide himself in and out of Celeborn in rapidly increasing thrusts. “Oh Gods, I love you!” Celeborn cried out in a scream of passion, but Finrod’s heart lurched as he did not know which one of them he meant.
“I love you too, Meleth-nin”, he whispered into the delicate ear, pushing away strands of silver hair as he nibbled on its edges.
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When they had fully spent themselves, all three Elves lay sprawled, limbs entangled, fingers twining through each others’ hair. Celeborn lay atop Finrod and Elu sat on the floor with his head leaning back in Celeborn’s lap. Finrod thought that this would be the time to open a discussion. “Where does this now leave the three of us?” he asked.
“It would be nice if we could do this again many times”, said Elu, his voice sounding hopeful.
“While I cannot deny that it would please me to do so”, Finrod stated, “I wonder about the bond between Celeborn and myself being broken”, and he looked pointedly into Celeborn’s eyes.
“Oh Gods”, said the silver-haired Elf. “It would appear that I have bound myself to Galadriel, her brother and also her lover. How can that be?”
“Your only true bond is with your wife”, said Elu flatly. “That came first. You can merely play with us, but with her you have a marriage that must be adhered to for the sake of your future”.
“But you spoke of love between us”, Celeborn started to protest.
“I love you both”, declared Elu, “as dear beloved playmates, and I hope that we will play together as far into the future as possible. But we all must build our lives apart from each other, and face our destinies separately. I would love to help you if you would permit it of me. Celeborn, we have spoken already about your training as a warrior so that one day you may lead your own army. It will place you in high esteem with your wife and do much to make her see you as a worthy husband. Finrod, is there anything that I can do for you?”
Finrod turned his suddenly sad blue gaze upon Elu. “I want nothing from you, Elwë, save your love as a friend”, he said. “I would rather be the one who may give help to you if ever needed”.
Elu smiled at him and turned to caress his smooth, fair cheek. “Very well, Finrod, perhaps one day you shall do something brave for me”.
The Elves talked on at length about their respective futures until the four hours that Elu had set aside came to a close. They dressed themselves and prepared to leave. As Elu was about to cross the floor to open the door, it was opened by someone else.
The three friends stopped and watched as Galadriel entered the office. Startled, she looked at the three impassive faces and assumed that Thingol had been giving Celeborn and her brother a dressing down. “Have I interrupted something?” she asked meekly, all arrogance now gone from her face and voice. “I have come to speak with you about an important matter, King Thingol”.
“Of course, my lady”, he said kindly. “Please come in”.
Finrod and Celeborn inclined their heads toward Galadriel but did not speak a word to her, and walked out. She looked back regretfully at her brother and his torn shirt and bandaged arm.
On the way past Fispol’s desk where he sat studiously pretending to look at some papers, Celeborn suddenly stopped and leaned over closely toward the Elf-clerk. He lifted Fispol’s chin with a ruby-bejeweled finger and looked into his eyes through the glass spectacles perched on the tip of his nose. Celeborn removed these and set them down on top of the desk.
“Be a good boy and be sure to polish your master’s desk well before you leave today”, he whispered. Then he placed a soft kiss upon Fispol’s pursed lips, ensuring that the Elf-clerk would do so.
Thingol bade Galadriel take a seat in front of his desk, and as she moved forward she noticed the two buttock imprints left on the polished surface by Celeborn’s bottom. Her eyes narrowed in recognition as she gazed upon them.
STORY TITLE: SONG FOR A SUMMER NIGHT
CHAPTER TITLE: PRECIOUS GIFTS
RATING: NC-17
WARNINGS: *GRAPHIC THREE-WAY SLASH AND DESCRIPTION OF THREE MALES BONDING*
THREESOME: Finrod/Celeborn/Thingol
SUMMARY: After a nasty fight with his sister Galadriel, Finrod goes to Thingol's office for a consultation, where he discovers a surprise, and a new way to wear a ruby ring.
When Finrod kicked open the door to Elu Thingol's inner office and strode through it, the sight that greeted him was of his lover Celeborn sitting atop the King’s polished mahogany desk completely nude, his legs spread apart and with a huge erection dangling happily between them. That did not surprise Finrod as much as the vision of Elwë kneeling before Finrod’s silver-haired boyfriend, one hand resting lightly upon each of Celeborn’s knees, wearing only a heavy dark red velvet robe trimmed with grey fur, open in front to expose the King’s beautiful, long, naked body, save for the several golden chains heavily encrusted with diamonds, emeralds and rubies that hung around his regal neck. He also displayed a juttingly large erection as he gazed cravingly at that which Celeborn was revealing to him, his pale grey eyes glazed with lust and his lips slightly parted. His tongue protruded slightly from them, and encircling its tip was a large ring studded with rubies.
Both silver-haired heads turned, their owners startled, towards the doorway after Finrod crashed through it. Celeborn and Thingol did not utter a word as they waited breathlessly for Finrod to speak first. Finrod, dripping blood onto his sapphire blue leggings from the deep scratches on his bicep, stood wordlessly staring at them as he took a moment to search for the best bitingly sarcastic remark that he could muster from his vast vocabulary.
He settled for, “What are you doing?”
Celeborn continued to stare at him curiously with clear wide eyes, not at all concerned about the situation and how the scenario must appear to Finrod. “What’s happened to you, Roddy?” he asked. “You’re bleeding!”
“I have just had a fight with your sister, my wife!” he cried. “No! I mean MY sister and YOUR wife! And YOUR lover!” he added, spitting the last words at Thingol.
“This thing is getting awfully confusing for all of us, isn’t it?” asked Celeborn sympathetically and clicking his tongue.
“I ask again, what are you doing?” repeated Finrod in much louder tones, trying to make sense out of what he was witnessing. “Why is there a ring on Elwë’s tongue?”
Elu, trying to maintain his dignified appearance, rose slowly from his kneeling position and promptly shut his mouth.
“Poor, dear Roddy!” Celeborn cooed, launching himself off of the desk and moving swiftly towards his lover. “Let me tend to your wounds!” He did not notice that he had left behind on the shiny mahogany surface two large circular imprint marks where his buttocks had been.
Elu moved quickly towards the other Elvesl, positioning himself on Finrod’s right side as Celeborn had taken up position on his left, and making soothing noises to his golden-haired lover. Together they drew him toward the sofa as he protested their ministrations to no avail. Finrod looked enquiringly to his left and to his right, from naked Elf to naked Elf, as they each expressed concern for the deepness of his scratches.
“My sister’s claws cut deep”, he agreed, as Celeborn and Elu clucked and exclaimed over the severe nature of the wounds and the extent of the bleeding. Elu then stood up, letting his robe fall to the floor, and strode to the desk. As he bent over it, looking through its drawers for bandage cloth, Finrod had an opportunity to examine the King’s sleekly tall, beautifully formed physique. His legs were impossibly long and heavily muscled, slim but not quite as slim as Celeborn’s. He was built straight and strong, his limbs long and graceful, his hands and feet very large. Celeborn, by contrast, was tall but elegantly slender, with more curves to his body. Finrod almost lost his sense of outrage as he gazed appreciatively at Thingol. He wondered what he should expect within the next few minutes from the two gloriously naked Elves who were planted on either side of him like bookends. He glanced upwards curiously as Elu stood with bandages in his hand.
“Thucktheth! I’ve thecured thome dretthingth for your woundth from my dethk”, he said, forgetting that the ruby ring still encircled his tongue. He quickly tried to remove it as Finrod asked again curiously, “Why do you have a ring on your tongue?”
“Oh!” laughed Celeborn. “Elu was just about to give me the ring in a unique manner of presentation when you walked in! I think Roddy would enjoy this. Why don’t we show him what you were just about to do?”
Thingol's face turned a rather attractive shade of pink as he stammered, “I don’t think that’th thuch a good idea”. He glanced sheepishly toward Finrod, who was having a difficult time trying not to look lasciviously at the stately but very naked King of Doriath.
Celeborn then leaned over to play with Finrod’s hair, running his fingers through the golden strands and letting them cascade over his wrists and arms. He let his left hand drop down to Finrod’s shoulder and gently caressed the deep scratches that were beginning to scab on his muscular upper arm. “Let us bandage this for you, Roddy”, he crooned into Finrod’s ear. “Take off your shirt first, come on”, he coaxed. Elu moved closer so that he was standing facing Finrod and leaned down to help Celeborn peel Finrod’s torn shirt away from his shoulders and pull it down over his arms. They didn’t bother to unbutton it first since it was ripped anyway. Finrod tried to avert his eyes from Elu’s sizeable erection which was threatening to poke him in the face as the two naked Elves were undressing him. Celeborn leaned over to plant a series of kisses across Finrod’s bare chest. Finrod’s questioning gaze met Thingol’s over Celeborn’s head as Finrod looked up and saw Elu smiling invitingly down at him while grasping his own arousal in a suggestive manner, holding it out to him in an open invitation. Finrod stared at the impressive member, then gasped as Celeborn lowered his head to Finrod’s lap and kissed the growing bulge in his trousers. Then Celeborn and Elu raised Finrod up to a standing position and Elu reached out to massage Finrod’s taut abdomen, running his fingers in feathery touches from his navel downwards as Finrod gasped in delighted anticipation.
The King then grasped the ties to Finrod’s pants and undid them, and very slowly eased them down over his strong thighs. Finrod groaned as his erection sprang forth and Elu leaned in to let his own rub against Finrod’s stomach. Celeborn then took Finrod’s lips into his in a passionate kiss, thrusting his tongue between the soft pink flesh to the warm cavern within. With his left hand he caressed Finrod’s back, running his finger down to the pert mounds of his firm bottom. He ran his forefinger downwards, tracing the cleft between Finrod’s buttocks. Finrod groaned and bucked forward as Elu lowered himself down until his regal mouth was on a level with Finrod’s aching erection. The King then took it lovingly into his mouth and started to suck upon it slowly, relishing the flavour of honey that Finrod emitted, tasting just as Celeborn had told him he would. The blond Elf gasped and writhed as he felt the cool touch of the metal ring against the throbbing flesh of his arousal.
Celeborn then released Finrod’s lips and climbed agilely up onto the back of the sofa as Thingol continued to pleasure the golden-haired Elf orally. Kneeling on top of the backrest, Celeborn then carefully pushed Finrod’s broad back forward until he was leaning over toward Elu, who had to adjust himself to suckle Finrod from underneath. Placing his hands on either side of Finrod’s hips, Celeborn positioned his lover’s backside in front of his aching member until he could penetrate his eager crevice. Finrod cried out passionately as he felt Celeborn enter him and press against his sweet spot almost immediately. The feeling of Elu’s lips and ringed tongue upon his member was suddenly too much and with a great cry he spent his seed into the King’s eager mouth. Celeborn then withdrew and together he and Elu laid Finrod down on his back upon the sofa to recover.
Elu then repositioned himself to take Celeborn’s member into his mouth as soon as the silver-haired Elf cleaned himself with a leftover piece of bandage. “Should we show Finrod how I wath going to give you your gift now?” the King asked.
“Yes, I don’t think he’ll mind now, will you Roddy?” asked Celeborn, his erection large and throbbing.
Finrod looked at them with flushed cheeks and sighed. He worried in that moment that he was going to lose Celeborn as his bonded mate, but somehow that realization did not bother him as much as it would have done if the previous act that he had been a part of had not occurred.
“No, I suppose not”, he said. “You may as well give it to him, Elwë”.
Celeborn then turned and pressed his member forward eagerly as Thingol sat down upon Finrod’s thighs and opened his mouth to receive it. He pushed out his tongue encased by the ring and touched it to the tip of Celeborn’s cock. In one smooth stroke he transferred the ring from his tongue to the end of Celeborn’s member and pushed it down the shaft as far as it would go, licking all along the underside as Celeborn yelped at the sensation of both tongue and metal.
Finrod could not believe how erotic was the sight of Celeborn and Thingol as he watched the transfer take place. He continued to stare and grew hard again as he saw Thingol take Celeborn fully into his mouth and begin to vigorously suckle him up and down until Celeborn’s knees buckled under him. Then Elu lifted the slighter silver-haired Elf easily and laid him face-to-face on top of Finrod. As Celeborn pressed his lips to Finrod’s and kissed him passionately, he lifted up his bottom toward Thingol, who prepared himself for entry. As Celeborn and Finrod kissed each other, moaning as their erections pressed up against each other’s stomachs, Elu continued to slide himself in and out of Celeborn in rapidly increasing thrusts. “Oh Gods, I love you!” Celeborn cried out in a scream of passion, but Finrod’s heart lurched as he did not know which one of them he meant.
“I love you too, Meleth-nin”, he whispered into the delicate ear, pushing away strands of silver hair as he nibbled on its edges.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~
When they had fully spent themselves, all three Elves lay sprawled, limbs entangled, fingers twining through each others’ hair. Celeborn lay atop Finrod and Elu sat on the floor with his head leaning back in Celeborn’s lap. Finrod thought that this would be the time to open a discussion. “Where does this now leave the three of us?” he asked.
“It would be nice if we could do this again many times”, said Elu, his voice sounding hopeful.
“While I cannot deny that it would please me to do so”, Finrod stated, “I wonder about the bond between Celeborn and myself being broken”, and he looked pointedly into Celeborn’s eyes.
“Oh Gods”, said the silver-haired Elf. “It would appear that I have bound myself to Galadriel, her brother and also her lover. How can that be?”
“Your only true bond is with your wife”, said Elu flatly. “That came first. You can merely play with us, but with her you have a marriage that must be adhered to for the sake of your future”.
“But you spoke of love between us”, Celeborn started to protest.
“I love you both”, declared Elu, “as dear beloved playmates, and I hope that we will play together as far into the future as possible. But we all must build our lives apart from each other, and face our destinies separately. I would love to help you if you would permit it of me. Celeborn, we have spoken already about your training as a warrior so that one day you may lead your own army. It will place you in high esteem with your wife and do much to make her see you as a worthy husband. Finrod, is there anything that I can do for you?”
Finrod turned his suddenly sad blue gaze upon Elu. “I want nothing from you, Elwë, save your love as a friend”, he said. “I would rather be the one who may give help to you if ever needed”.
Elu smiled at him and turned to caress his smooth, fair cheek. “Very well, Finrod, perhaps one day you shall do something brave for me”.
The Elves talked on at length about their respective futures until the four hours that Elu had set aside came to a close. They dressed themselves and prepared to leave. As Elu was about to cross the floor to open the door, it was opened by someone else.
The three friends stopped and watched as Galadriel entered the office. Startled, she looked at the three impassive faces and assumed that Thingol had been giving Celeborn and her brother a dressing down. “Have I interrupted something?” she asked meekly, all arrogance now gone from her face and voice. “I have come to speak with you about an important matter, King Thingol”.
“Of course, my lady”, he said kindly. “Please come in”.
Finrod and Celeborn inclined their heads toward Galadriel but did not speak a word to her, and walked out. She looked back regretfully at her brother and his torn shirt and bandaged arm.
On the way past Fispol’s desk where he sat studiously pretending to look at some papers, Celeborn suddenly stopped and leaned over closely toward the Elf-clerk. He lifted Fispol’s chin with a ruby-bejeweled finger and looked into his eyes through the glass spectacles perched on the tip of his nose. Celeborn removed these and set them down on top of the desk.
“Be a good boy and be sure to polish your master’s desk well before you leave today”, he whispered. Then he placed a soft kiss upon Fispol’s pursed lips, ensuring that the Elf-clerk would do so.
Thingol bade Galadriel take a seat in front of his desk, and as she moved forward she noticed the two buttock imprints left on the polished surface by Celeborn’s bottom. Her eyes narrowed in recognition as she gazed upon them.
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Date: 2005-12-07 03:25 pm (UTC)This is like an Elven soap opera...and I don't mean that in a bad way. ;) But a very, very hott Elven soap opera.
And now you've got me confused about what story I want to ask for next! This one? Your Celegorm/Orome? Or your NaNo novel? Gah! :^D
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Date: 2005-12-07 05:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-07 07:27 pm (UTC)I've never seen anything that does Maedhros justice for me. I don't know if I ever will; my Maedhros is perfect beyond this world. ;^) I've seen some drawings of other Elves, though, that do better than most Maedhros pics I've seen. The Glorfindel pic that
But of course, my Maedhros has a beautiful body, not overly muscle-bound because I tend to like my guys--especially my Elven guys--lithe and slender. In Felak!verse, Mae's hair is less "coppery" and more a mixture of red and brown with a tiny touch of gold--blond highlights, you could say--that makes his hair splendid like fire. And he has very kissable lips (see above pic!) and very nice ears. I have a thing for ears, always have and don't know why, but Maedhros has very nibblable ears. Okay, thanks, Jenni for getting me all hot and bothered over Maedhros! ;^D
I like that you keep your stories cute. My writing so often lately tends toward darkfic (althought the holiday story I mentioned in my email earlier is a total sweetfic :^P) that it is a welcome reprieve for me to read your characters, who I can always picture with such ease. And I want to reach out and
fondlehuggle each and every one of them!no subject
Date: 2005-12-07 05:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-07 07:30 pm (UTC)Okay, I'm obviously in a pervy mood today! :^D
If it was a Feanorian soap opera, of course, it would have to be called "All My Children." :^P