Whispers : Prompts 3, 5, 9, 57, 91
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zhieStory Name: Whispers
Author: Zhie
Fandom: Tolkien
C/CP: House of Finwe
Prompt Word: (3) Sex ; (5) First-Kiss ; (9) Kinky ; (57) Werewolf ; (91) Gift
Summaries: Sex - Finrod, Amarie; First-Kiss - Gildor, Glorfindel ; Kinky - Celebrian, Elrond; Werewolf - Finrod, Galadriel, Orodreth ; Gift - Sons of Feanor, Huan, Nerdanel
Word Count: 125 each
Rating: G to R 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.
SEX
They were already naked on the bed by the time it was brought up. “If we... if we do this...” The concern, the unasked question was in her eyes.
“I love you,” he muttered, his eyes closed as he nuzzled his face between her breasts.
“I know, but... marriage... Finrod, I am not sure about this. I mean...” She looked away when he raised his head. “Someday, but we should have a... a courtship, and an engagement, and a wedding...”
“We can wait,” he said, panting as he sat up.
Amarie put her hand on his shoulder and pulled him back down. “I do not want to wait.”
“Then, we just... do this without binding.”
“We can do that?”
“Only one way to find out...”
KINKY
“You do know, some people would view this behavior as something out of the ordinary.”
Celebrian was sitting on the settee; Elrond on the floor in front of her. One of her long legs was draped over each of his shoulders. Her dress had been pushed up to mid-thigh, allowing her husband full access to her calves and feet. Mainly, her feet, which he kissed and caressed.
“Do you want me to stop?” he playfully asked.
“Mmmm... no.” Celebrian rubbed her calf against her husband’s cheek. “Ooo... you neglected to shave this morning.” She dropped down to the floor and started to nuzzle her nose against his bristly cheek.
“Some people would view this behavior as something out of the ordinary,” he whispered to her.
FIRST-KISS
“Long time, no see.”
That voice, so familiar, so nearly forgotten. Glorfindel turned ever so slowly, and gawked upon seeing his ex-lover from so long ago. “Gildor. You... you look well.”
“Is that all you can say?” teased Gildor. He smiled and closed the gap between them. “Welcome back.”
Moments later, they were kissing, viewed by all in the Hall of Fire. It was breathless and sensual, not just another kiss. This was like the first time they were in each other’s arms. They escaped in the familiarity and drowned in the newness, and ignored the irritated coughs from those around them.
“Did you miss me?” asked Glorfindel once they had parted.
Gildor brushed his cheek against Glorfindel’s. “You have to ask me that, darling?”
WEREWOLF
“Ecthelion is obviously the greater of the two—four balrogs defeated in one day, Gothmog among them,” argued Orodreth.
Galadriel shook her head. “He had aid from his soldiers, and Glorfindel fought his balrog alone, on the side of a cliff no less.”
It was then that their elder brother spoke, his annoyance unmasked. “Is it simply the size of the beasts that makes them heroes?”
“It has a lot to do with it,” admitted Orodreth.
“If I recall, one of them drowned, and the other fell, neither was actually wounded by their foe.” When neither answered, he continued with, “Allow me to remind you, it was I who slayed a werewolf, without shield, without sword, bare hands and teeth alone.”
The discussion abruptly ended.
GIFT
“Where did you get that?”
“I want one!”
“Can I ride on him?”
Curufin shoved the twins aside he once again demanded an answer. “Where did you get him from?”
“What?” Celegorm idly petted Huan’s large head, which was shoulder height. “Huan? He was a gift.”
“Stop lying – you cannot steal Orome’s hunting dog!”
“I did not,” shouted Celegorm, one arm now protectively placed on the dog’s back. “Orome gave him to me!”
“What is going on in here?” demanded Nerdanel, turning the corner as Maedhros and Caranthir entered the way that Celegorm had. “What is this?” she questioned, pointing at the oversized dog.
“A present,” answered Maedhros.
“Orome gave him to Celegorm,” chimed in Caranthir.
Celegorm smirked at a baffled Curufin. “Told you so.”
Author: Zhie
Fandom: Tolkien
C/CP: House of Finwe
Prompt Word: (3) Sex ; (5) First-Kiss ; (9) Kinky ; (57) Werewolf ; (91) Gift
Summaries: Sex - Finrod, Amarie; First-Kiss - Gildor, Glorfindel ; Kinky - Celebrian, Elrond; Werewolf - Finrod, Galadriel, Orodreth ; Gift - Sons of Feanor, Huan, Nerdanel
Word Count: 125 each
Rating: G to R 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.
SEX
They were already naked on the bed by the time it was brought up. “If we... if we do this...” The concern, the unasked question was in her eyes.
“I love you,” he muttered, his eyes closed as he nuzzled his face between her breasts.
“I know, but... marriage... Finrod, I am not sure about this. I mean...” She looked away when he raised his head. “Someday, but we should have a... a courtship, and an engagement, and a wedding...”
“We can wait,” he said, panting as he sat up.
Amarie put her hand on his shoulder and pulled him back down. “I do not want to wait.”
“Then, we just... do this without binding.”
“We can do that?”
“Only one way to find out...”
KINKY
“You do know, some people would view this behavior as something out of the ordinary.”
Celebrian was sitting on the settee; Elrond on the floor in front of her. One of her long legs was draped over each of his shoulders. Her dress had been pushed up to mid-thigh, allowing her husband full access to her calves and feet. Mainly, her feet, which he kissed and caressed.
“Do you want me to stop?” he playfully asked.
“Mmmm... no.” Celebrian rubbed her calf against her husband’s cheek. “Ooo... you neglected to shave this morning.” She dropped down to the floor and started to nuzzle her nose against his bristly cheek.
“Some people would view this behavior as something out of the ordinary,” he whispered to her.
FIRST-KISS
“Long time, no see.”
That voice, so familiar, so nearly forgotten. Glorfindel turned ever so slowly, and gawked upon seeing his ex-lover from so long ago. “Gildor. You... you look well.”
“Is that all you can say?” teased Gildor. He smiled and closed the gap between them. “Welcome back.”
Moments later, they were kissing, viewed by all in the Hall of Fire. It was breathless and sensual, not just another kiss. This was like the first time they were in each other’s arms. They escaped in the familiarity and drowned in the newness, and ignored the irritated coughs from those around them.
“Did you miss me?” asked Glorfindel once they had parted.
Gildor brushed his cheek against Glorfindel’s. “You have to ask me that, darling?”
WEREWOLF
“Ecthelion is obviously the greater of the two—four balrogs defeated in one day, Gothmog among them,” argued Orodreth.
Galadriel shook her head. “He had aid from his soldiers, and Glorfindel fought his balrog alone, on the side of a cliff no less.”
It was then that their elder brother spoke, his annoyance unmasked. “Is it simply the size of the beasts that makes them heroes?”
“It has a lot to do with it,” admitted Orodreth.
“If I recall, one of them drowned, and the other fell, neither was actually wounded by their foe.” When neither answered, he continued with, “Allow me to remind you, it was I who slayed a werewolf, without shield, without sword, bare hands and teeth alone.”
The discussion abruptly ended.
GIFT
“Where did you get that?”
“I want one!”
“Can I ride on him?”
Curufin shoved the twins aside he once again demanded an answer. “Where did you get him from?”
“What?” Celegorm idly petted Huan’s large head, which was shoulder height. “Huan? He was a gift.”
“Stop lying – you cannot steal Orome’s hunting dog!”
“I did not,” shouted Celegorm, one arm now protectively placed on the dog’s back. “Orome gave him to me!”
“What is going on in here?” demanded Nerdanel, turning the corner as Maedhros and Caranthir entered the way that Celegorm had. “What is this?” she questioned, pointing at the oversized dog.
“A present,” answered Maedhros.
“Orome gave him to Celegorm,” chimed in Caranthir.
Celegorm smirked at a baffled Curufin. “Told you so.”
