Whispers : Prompts 2, 7, 77, 131, 143
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zhieStory Name: Whispers
Author: Zhie
Fandom: Tolkien
C/CP: House of Finwe
Prompt Word: (2) Touch; (7) Orgy; (77) Suicide; (131) Slave; (143) Gay
Summaries: Touch: Elrond and sons; Orgy: Fingon and Duilin talking; Suicide: Maedhros; Slave: Celegorm, Curufin, and Luthien; Gay: Fingon and Daeron
Word Count: 125 each
Rating: G on these; NC17 for series
Disclaimer: I don't own them, I'm just playing in the sandbox. I promise to return them when done, without too much sand in their boots.
GAY
It came about in the showers after the playhouse performance. Fingon was washing his hair; Daeron had just stepped in. “Fin, can I ask you something about... how you are?”
“About being a dancer?”
“No, the... about you, being—“
“I know what you meant.”
“Oh.”
Fingon smirked as he washed his hair. “Go ahead, ask.”
Daeron gave a long pause. “So, do you think it’s hereditary?”
“No, because neither my father nor my son are.”
“Oh, good. Because, I think my son is.. and I love my wife... so...“
“So, what, exactly?” wondered Fingon curiously.
“I was a little worried, if it was hereditary, that I might be, you know, like that.”
Fingon rolled his eyes and playfully hit his friend in the head.
SUICIDE
I know I do not have to jump, yet it seems easier than what the future holds. One hand gone, and the other burned, resigned to a semi-orphaned life without my brothers, save for Maglor.
He really was the only reason I kept on, until the twins came along. Now that they are grown enough, there is no need for me, and I have no need for a world I never would have ventured into had it not been for an overbearing father I had no courage to speak against.
I find my courage lacking now as well. The jewel I clutch sears my hand even more. What torment it has caused. I pray Maglor can understand my decision as I step off the edge.
SLAVE
“I have no intention of staying here, or of marrying you!” Luthien crossed her arms, defiant as she had been since her captivity began. “You may as well end your perverse game now. I am certain my father sent an army after me.”
“Oh, really? Where are they? Have you seen an army?” Celegorm asked Curufin. The latter shook his head. “Sooner or later, I prefer sooner, you will accept your fate and agree to wed me.”
“I have no intention of that.”
Celegorm shrugged. “Then I suppose ours will be a tumultuous marriage. Marriage, I am sure you know, does not always mean a ceremony. We need only bond... our bodies.”
Luthien blinked. “You would enslave me in such a relationship?”
“If I must.”
TOUCH
“Stop it!”
Elladan grinned. “Stop it? Stop what? I am not doing anything.”
Ten seconds later, it repeated.
“I said, stop it!”
“What? What did I do?”
Elrohir growled. “Stop it, Elladan! Ada, make him stop!”
Elrond sighed and looked over his book. “What is he doing?”
“He is touching me!”
“Is that all? Elladan, whatever you are doing is annoying your brother. Stop it.”
Moments later, his words went unheaded.
“STOP! I said to stop it! Ada, tell Elladan to go to his room!”
Another sigh came from Elrond. “Someday, you may well regret that you put up such a fuss over him touching you.” Elrond closed his book and took it to his bedroom, leaving a pair of befuddled peredhel in his wake.
ORGY
“Know what would be fun?”
Duilin yawned and looked over at Fingon, who was contemplating both the stars and something else. “Does it involve me?”
“Actually, it does. You, Salgant, myself... and a few others. Maybe Glorfindel, maybe, oh, what was his name...”
“Who?”
“That artist you introduced me to, and his husband. I am certain they would enjoy it.”
“Enjoy what?” wondered Duilin.
Fingon smiled. “Just a... group activity I was thinking of...”
“Then you have to remember Erestor. Glorfindel does not go anywhere without him.”
“No, Erestor would never agree to what I am thinking of.”
Duilin furrowed his brow, and then he figured things out. “You know none of them would do that.”
“I know, but I like to think about it...”
Author: Zhie
Fandom: Tolkien
C/CP: House of Finwe
Prompt Word: (2) Touch; (7) Orgy; (77) Suicide; (131) Slave; (143) Gay
Summaries: Touch: Elrond and sons; Orgy: Fingon and Duilin talking; Suicide: Maedhros; Slave: Celegorm, Curufin, and Luthien; Gay: Fingon and Daeron
Word Count: 125 each
Rating: G on these; NC17 for series
Disclaimer: I don't own them, I'm just playing in the sandbox. I promise to return them when done, without too much sand in their boots.
GAY
It came about in the showers after the playhouse performance. Fingon was washing his hair; Daeron had just stepped in. “Fin, can I ask you something about... how you are?”
“About being a dancer?”
“No, the... about you, being—“
“I know what you meant.”
“Oh.”
Fingon smirked as he washed his hair. “Go ahead, ask.”
Daeron gave a long pause. “So, do you think it’s hereditary?”
“No, because neither my father nor my son are.”
“Oh, good. Because, I think my son is.. and I love my wife... so...“
“So, what, exactly?” wondered Fingon curiously.
“I was a little worried, if it was hereditary, that I might be, you know, like that.”
Fingon rolled his eyes and playfully hit his friend in the head.
SUICIDE
I know I do not have to jump, yet it seems easier than what the future holds. One hand gone, and the other burned, resigned to a semi-orphaned life without my brothers, save for Maglor.
He really was the only reason I kept on, until the twins came along. Now that they are grown enough, there is no need for me, and I have no need for a world I never would have ventured into had it not been for an overbearing father I had no courage to speak against.
I find my courage lacking now as well. The jewel I clutch sears my hand even more. What torment it has caused. I pray Maglor can understand my decision as I step off the edge.
SLAVE
“I have no intention of staying here, or of marrying you!” Luthien crossed her arms, defiant as she had been since her captivity began. “You may as well end your perverse game now. I am certain my father sent an army after me.”
“Oh, really? Where are they? Have you seen an army?” Celegorm asked Curufin. The latter shook his head. “Sooner or later, I prefer sooner, you will accept your fate and agree to wed me.”
“I have no intention of that.”
Celegorm shrugged. “Then I suppose ours will be a tumultuous marriage. Marriage, I am sure you know, does not always mean a ceremony. We need only bond... our bodies.”
Luthien blinked. “You would enslave me in such a relationship?”
“If I must.”
TOUCH
“Stop it!”
Elladan grinned. “Stop it? Stop what? I am not doing anything.”
Ten seconds later, it repeated.
“I said, stop it!”
“What? What did I do?”
Elrohir growled. “Stop it, Elladan! Ada, make him stop!”
Elrond sighed and looked over his book. “What is he doing?”
“He is touching me!”
“Is that all? Elladan, whatever you are doing is annoying your brother. Stop it.”
Moments later, his words went unheaded.
“STOP! I said to stop it! Ada, tell Elladan to go to his room!”
Another sigh came from Elrond. “Someday, you may well regret that you put up such a fuss over him touching you.” Elrond closed his book and took it to his bedroom, leaving a pair of befuddled peredhel in his wake.
ORGY
“Know what would be fun?”
Duilin yawned and looked over at Fingon, who was contemplating both the stars and something else. “Does it involve me?”
“Actually, it does. You, Salgant, myself... and a few others. Maybe Glorfindel, maybe, oh, what was his name...”
“Who?”
“That artist you introduced me to, and his husband. I am certain they would enjoy it.”
“Enjoy what?” wondered Duilin.
Fingon smiled. “Just a... group activity I was thinking of...”
“Then you have to remember Erestor. Glorfindel does not go anywhere without him.”
“No, Erestor would never agree to what I am thinking of.”
Duilin furrowed his brow, and then he figured things out. “You know none of them would do that.”
“I know, but I like to think about it...”
