Interview Me and all that
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zhieYeah, tossing it back to the top, cause I think it got buried...
1. Leave me a comment saying, "Interview me."
2. I will respond by asking you five questions. I get to pick the questions.
3. You will post the answers to the questions (and the questions themselves) on your LJ.
4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same post.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions. And thus the endless cycle of the meme goes on and on and on and on.....
(endless cycle is right!)
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lotrfan_angel17 interviewed me...
Once Angel was satisfied that Book had suffiently kicked Haldir's butt for the wings comment, she decided to go and look for her friend Zhie. When she came upon Zhie she looked rather pruny, like she had been in the bath too long but Angel wisely didn't comment.
"I have a new game Zhie, would you like to play?"
Glancing at her fingertips and realizing she's rather pruny from the very long bath, Zhie shrugs. "Sure, I'm game."
"Okay I get to ask you five questions and if you answer them all then you get a prize."
Thinking back to just a few minutes ago, Zhie thinks this is awfully familiar to a game she and Erestor were playing, and one that she was playing with Haldir and Legolas and Celeborn. Looking around quick to make sure no one's about to come at her with a blindfold, she nods. "But, what's in it for me if I win?"
When Zhie asked about the prize Angel answered, "How about explicit directions on how to sneak into Rumil's talon?"
Lounging on the couch, Zhie nods again, grinning now. "Alright. Ask away!"
"Alright, question one. Who do you think is more sexier Glorfindel or Erestor and why?"
"Shit, we're going all out to start with, aren't we?" Zhie sighs. "Glorfindel and Erestor and are like day and night. It would be as if to say to me, 'Zhie, choose which you'd have, the sun or moon?'. Can one really decide upon one or the other? Nay, for they are as different as the stars in the heavens and the sparkling of the sea. That, and I would have SUCH a mess on my hands if I were to pick one of them over the other..."
Totally agreeing with Zhie's wise answer she continued, "Question two, you have a very large can of whipped cream and a room full of naked elves, what do you do?"
"How large of a can are we talking about? Okay, first, I make sure that the tree queen is nowhere in sight, because if there's a large can of whipped cream, no doubt Celeborn is the one who gave it to me, and he's probably in the room, too. Then we play this wonderful game where we have all of their names in a hat, and in another hat we have slips of paper with different parts of the anatomy on them, and each elf has to pick one from each... then I get to squirt them with whipped cream and the elf whose name they picked has to lick it off. Depending on whom it is, I may have to offer my assistance... and then I write about the whole thing later."
Grinning like a fool Angel replied, "Oh I like that. Question three, who do you think is smarter Lord Elrond or Lord Celeborn."
"The sw-- er, I mean, Lord Celeborn, hands down, no question. Celeborn was Celeborn the Wise... Elrond was Elrond the Half-dumb... did you see in the move how he's gotta do a head count 'cause he can't remember how many are in the fellowship at that point? Two words: Remedial Math."
"Hmm, okay question four, if Lord Elrond and Lord Celeborn were to do the horizontal mambo who would be on top and why?"
"Whoa!" Zhie giggles. "Was SO not expecting that... um... okay... well, let's go hypothetical here. It would start with Lord Celeborn trying to dominate Lord Elrond, but Elrond would be so upset by Celeborn's overly forward advances, I mean, Celeborn would probably trap him out on a balcony or trick him into a secluded place in the gardens- anyhow, Elrond would turn the tables, suddenly bend him over the railing or shove him up against a tree. But that's okay, because all along, it's what Celeborn wanted- see, he has to be so controlling over Gladders in the bedroom so she doesn't try to take over, that sometimes he just needs someone to just give it to him, and good. So he takes it, and loves it, and keeps coming back for more..."
Shaking herself out of the nice mental picture Angel continued, "Okay last question, and this SHOULD be an easy one. Don't you think I look like an angel?"
"Absolutely. And a lovely angel at that."
Satisfied with Zhie's answer, Angel proceeded to tell her how to get into sexy Rumil's talon and they made plans to try it out next week.
Whoohoo! Score! ^_^ -Zhie
And then, she interviewed Glorfindel...
After Steph is done drooling over her elf porn she remembers that Zhie told her if she answered her questions she could interview Glorfindel back.
She goes to Erestor's office, because she knows thats where to Glorfindel, she saw that look in his eye. After finding it locked, of course, she knocks really hard and laughs at the crash she hears inside. A rather messed Erestor opens the door and Steph pushes her way in.
"Fin, I think we have company," Erestor calls over his shoulder, holding his robe closed best he can.
"Ah Glorfindel, you must have forgotten that your questions are next." She ignores the fact that his tunic is on inside out and sits down behind Erestors desk.
Pouting, Erestor looks longingly at his chair, for it would allow him to sit behind a big desk and somewhat cover himself.
Glorfindel gathers back his hair into a messy ponytail, and then sits down on the chair that looks slightly moved out of place, patting his knee that Erestor should sit, which he does with a sigh.
"Question one." She looks at Erestor and grins, "Feel free to join in if you wish. What is lying on your bed at this exact moment?"
Looking away at seeing the massive blush on Glorfindel's face she laughs and secretly thanks her friend who cleans the private quarters.
"Well, my guess is that the cat is right now lounging on it in the sun streaming through the window," he explains, trying to retain his composure. His hands run up and down one of Erestor's arms as he continues. "And other than that, the usual... pillows, blankets..." He coughs and adds under his breath, "long string of beads and a lot of oil that spilled onto the mattress last night."
Erestor busily picks at a few loose strings on his robe, still holding it closed.
"Okay question two, what was your favorite present from your last begetting day?" Seeing Erestors blush Steph knows this is going to be a good one.
With a smirk, he tilts his head and whispers into Erestor's ear, who shakes his head fiercely as his blush deepens. "Go on, show her," he insists, nudging him off of his lap.
Still embarassed, Erestor heads into the little library he has off of his office. A minute later, he shouts, "I don't have a pole!"
Looking around, Glorfindel spies the hat stand by the door and brings it over. "Now you do. Come on out here, you have nothing to be ashamed of, love."
Shyly, Erestor comes back out, wearing a pair of leggings now as he approaches the hat rack with trepidation.
"He was wearing pants that were much tighter than this when he did it for my begetting day," explains Glorfindel to Steph as she stares. "He's just so flexible, it's incredible what he can do when he dances, don't you think?" Motioning to Erestor, he gets the blushing elf to sit back down on his knee, kissing him on the neck as Steph continues.
"Question three, what is your favorite song to listen to when you, how can I say this delicately, get it on?"
"I prefer not to have music, but Erestor has a lot of songs he likes, don't you, peaches?" Glorfindel pinches Erestor's side, making him squirm. "Go on, what's your favorite?"
Blushing furiously, Erestor replies, "Dammit, Fin, this is supposed to be about you, not me!" With a gasp as Glorfindel begins to show his 'appreciation' that Erestor is helping, Erestor answers, "Anything by the Doors... Prince... Erasure's nice, too..." he manages to say before his words turn to moans.
"Question four is an easy one, tell me a joke."
Pausing, Glorfindel says, "Why did the dark lord order pipewide from the Shire?" When Steph merely shakes her head, he answers, "Because he couldn't break the hobbit!"
Grinning like a fool, Steph continues, "Last question, and don't worry your answers will be completely confidential." Fingers crossed behind her back she continues, "What exactly goes on in the monthly meeting with you, Lord Elrond and Master Erestor?"
Sighing, Glorfindel shakes his head. "Sadly, not a whole lot. Ever since Celebrian crossed the sea, Elrond has been terribly horny. So, when we get to the meeting, he's already tense and agitated- moreso when Celeborn hasn't visited in a while, but I have no clue why that is. Anyhow, we'll get through a bit of business, and then he requests-"
"Demands," corrected Erestor.
Glorfindel nods. "He demands to... watch," he said. "But it isn't as if we are simply looked upon. Firstly, when we enter the office, he usually has a few items on his desk which we are required to use. Sometimes very simple things, sometimes... well, I just don't know where he finds some of the stuff, or quite what it is, really," laughs Glorfindel.
"He's also very controlling," admitted Erestor. "He will direct us, what to do, how to do it, where to move, and when, and when to..." Erestor's eyes meet Steph's. "Well, he's very controlling," he finishes.
Staring slack jawed Steph fans herself, "Is it hot in here or is it just me?" Steph asks, "I must be coming down with something. Please excuse me I have to go take a cold shower, er I mean go see the healers."
She gets up to leave and looks back, "Please continue what you were doing before I so rudely interrupted." Laughing she closes the door and runs to the public baths hoping to pass a horny elf on her way, preferable Gildor because she still has to get him back for that love child meme.
Slapping Glorfindel, Erestor shakes his head. "I cannot believe you told her about your gift! And made me dance!"
Glorfindel nips Erestor's ear. "Oh, you loved it," he growls, and then ushers Erestor off of his lap. "We had better get going, we're going to be late for the weekly meeting as it is, and you know how he gets when that happens," remarked Glorfindel.
Erestor shivers in anticipation.
1. Leave me a comment saying, "Interview me."
2. I will respond by asking you five questions. I get to pick the questions.
3. You will post the answers to the questions (and the questions themselves) on your LJ.
4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same post.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions. And thus the endless cycle of the meme goes on and on and on and on.....
(endless cycle is right!)
So that these don't get lost...
lotrfan_angel17 interviewed me...Once Angel was satisfied that Book had suffiently kicked Haldir's butt for the wings comment, she decided to go and look for her friend Zhie. When she came upon Zhie she looked rather pruny, like she had been in the bath too long but Angel wisely didn't comment.
"I have a new game Zhie, would you like to play?"
Glancing at her fingertips and realizing she's rather pruny from the very long bath, Zhie shrugs. "Sure, I'm game."
"Okay I get to ask you five questions and if you answer them all then you get a prize."
Thinking back to just a few minutes ago, Zhie thinks this is awfully familiar to a game she and Erestor were playing, and one that she was playing with Haldir and Legolas and Celeborn. Looking around quick to make sure no one's about to come at her with a blindfold, she nods. "But, what's in it for me if I win?"
When Zhie asked about the prize Angel answered, "How about explicit directions on how to sneak into Rumil's talon?"
Lounging on the couch, Zhie nods again, grinning now. "Alright. Ask away!"
"Alright, question one. Who do you think is more sexier Glorfindel or Erestor and why?"
"Shit, we're going all out to start with, aren't we?" Zhie sighs. "Glorfindel and Erestor and are like day and night. It would be as if to say to me, 'Zhie, choose which you'd have, the sun or moon?'. Can one really decide upon one or the other? Nay, for they are as different as the stars in the heavens and the sparkling of the sea. That, and I would have SUCH a mess on my hands if I were to pick one of them over the other..."
Totally agreeing with Zhie's wise answer she continued, "Question two, you have a very large can of whipped cream and a room full of naked elves, what do you do?"
"How large of a can are we talking about? Okay, first, I make sure that the tree queen is nowhere in sight, because if there's a large can of whipped cream, no doubt Celeborn is the one who gave it to me, and he's probably in the room, too. Then we play this wonderful game where we have all of their names in a hat, and in another hat we have slips of paper with different parts of the anatomy on them, and each elf has to pick one from each... then I get to squirt them with whipped cream and the elf whose name they picked has to lick it off. Depending on whom it is, I may have to offer my assistance... and then I write about the whole thing later."
Grinning like a fool Angel replied, "Oh I like that. Question three, who do you think is smarter Lord Elrond or Lord Celeborn."
"The sw-- er, I mean, Lord Celeborn, hands down, no question. Celeborn was Celeborn the Wise... Elrond was Elrond the Half-dumb... did you see in the move how he's gotta do a head count 'cause he can't remember how many are in the fellowship at that point? Two words: Remedial Math."
"Hmm, okay question four, if Lord Elrond and Lord Celeborn were to do the horizontal mambo who would be on top and why?"
"Whoa!" Zhie giggles. "Was SO not expecting that... um... okay... well, let's go hypothetical here. It would start with Lord Celeborn trying to dominate Lord Elrond, but Elrond would be so upset by Celeborn's overly forward advances, I mean, Celeborn would probably trap him out on a balcony or trick him into a secluded place in the gardens- anyhow, Elrond would turn the tables, suddenly bend him over the railing or shove him up against a tree. But that's okay, because all along, it's what Celeborn wanted- see, he has to be so controlling over Gladders in the bedroom so she doesn't try to take over, that sometimes he just needs someone to just give it to him, and good. So he takes it, and loves it, and keeps coming back for more..."
Shaking herself out of the nice mental picture Angel continued, "Okay last question, and this SHOULD be an easy one. Don't you think I look like an angel?"
"Absolutely. And a lovely angel at that."
Satisfied with Zhie's answer, Angel proceeded to tell her how to get into sexy Rumil's talon and they made plans to try it out next week.
Whoohoo! Score! ^_^ -Zhie
And then, she interviewed Glorfindel...
After Steph is done drooling over her elf porn she remembers that Zhie told her if she answered her questions she could interview Glorfindel back.
She goes to Erestor's office, because she knows thats where to Glorfindel, she saw that look in his eye. After finding it locked, of course, she knocks really hard and laughs at the crash she hears inside. A rather messed Erestor opens the door and Steph pushes her way in.
"Fin, I think we have company," Erestor calls over his shoulder, holding his robe closed best he can.
"Ah Glorfindel, you must have forgotten that your questions are next." She ignores the fact that his tunic is on inside out and sits down behind Erestors desk.
Pouting, Erestor looks longingly at his chair, for it would allow him to sit behind a big desk and somewhat cover himself.
Glorfindel gathers back his hair into a messy ponytail, and then sits down on the chair that looks slightly moved out of place, patting his knee that Erestor should sit, which he does with a sigh.
"Question one." She looks at Erestor and grins, "Feel free to join in if you wish. What is lying on your bed at this exact moment?"
Looking away at seeing the massive blush on Glorfindel's face she laughs and secretly thanks her friend who cleans the private quarters.
"Well, my guess is that the cat is right now lounging on it in the sun streaming through the window," he explains, trying to retain his composure. His hands run up and down one of Erestor's arms as he continues. "And other than that, the usual... pillows, blankets..." He coughs and adds under his breath, "long string of beads and a lot of oil that spilled onto the mattress last night."
Erestor busily picks at a few loose strings on his robe, still holding it closed.
"Okay question two, what was your favorite present from your last begetting day?" Seeing Erestors blush Steph knows this is going to be a good one.
With a smirk, he tilts his head and whispers into Erestor's ear, who shakes his head fiercely as his blush deepens. "Go on, show her," he insists, nudging him off of his lap.
Still embarassed, Erestor heads into the little library he has off of his office. A minute later, he shouts, "I don't have a pole!"
Looking around, Glorfindel spies the hat stand by the door and brings it over. "Now you do. Come on out here, you have nothing to be ashamed of, love."
Shyly, Erestor comes back out, wearing a pair of leggings now as he approaches the hat rack with trepidation.
"He was wearing pants that were much tighter than this when he did it for my begetting day," explains Glorfindel to Steph as she stares. "He's just so flexible, it's incredible what he can do when he dances, don't you think?" Motioning to Erestor, he gets the blushing elf to sit back down on his knee, kissing him on the neck as Steph continues.
"Question three, what is your favorite song to listen to when you, how can I say this delicately, get it on?"
"I prefer not to have music, but Erestor has a lot of songs he likes, don't you, peaches?" Glorfindel pinches Erestor's side, making him squirm. "Go on, what's your favorite?"
Blushing furiously, Erestor replies, "Dammit, Fin, this is supposed to be about you, not me!" With a gasp as Glorfindel begins to show his 'appreciation' that Erestor is helping, Erestor answers, "Anything by the Doors... Prince... Erasure's nice, too..." he manages to say before his words turn to moans.
"Question four is an easy one, tell me a joke."
Pausing, Glorfindel says, "Why did the dark lord order pipewide from the Shire?" When Steph merely shakes her head, he answers, "Because he couldn't break the hobbit!"
Grinning like a fool, Steph continues, "Last question, and don't worry your answers will be completely confidential." Fingers crossed behind her back she continues, "What exactly goes on in the monthly meeting with you, Lord Elrond and Master Erestor?"
Sighing, Glorfindel shakes his head. "Sadly, not a whole lot. Ever since Celebrian crossed the sea, Elrond has been terribly horny. So, when we get to the meeting, he's already tense and agitated- moreso when Celeborn hasn't visited in a while, but I have no clue why that is. Anyhow, we'll get through a bit of business, and then he requests-"
"Demands," corrected Erestor.
Glorfindel nods. "He demands to... watch," he said. "But it isn't as if we are simply looked upon. Firstly, when we enter the office, he usually has a few items on his desk which we are required to use. Sometimes very simple things, sometimes... well, I just don't know where he finds some of the stuff, or quite what it is, really," laughs Glorfindel.
"He's also very controlling," admitted Erestor. "He will direct us, what to do, how to do it, where to move, and when, and when to..." Erestor's eyes meet Steph's. "Well, he's very controlling," he finishes.
Staring slack jawed Steph fans herself, "Is it hot in here or is it just me?" Steph asks, "I must be coming down with something. Please excuse me I have to go take a cold shower, er I mean go see the healers."
She gets up to leave and looks back, "Please continue what you were doing before I so rudely interrupted." Laughing she closes the door and runs to the public baths hoping to pass a horny elf on her way, preferable Gildor because she still has to get him back for that love child meme.
Slapping Glorfindel, Erestor shakes his head. "I cannot believe you told her about your gift! And made me dance!"
Glorfindel nips Erestor's ear. "Oh, you loved it," he growls, and then ushers Erestor off of his lap. "We had better get going, we're going to be late for the weekly meeting as it is, and you know how he gets when that happens," remarked Glorfindel.
Erestor shivers in anticipation.
