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zhieNot a full chapter, just a part I enjoyed writing.
And, also? Gildor has been quite the plot bunny himself. For an elf that I seriously disliked to the point of near hate for years, he has come through when I needed him. Maybe he's not so bad after all....
also... after this novel gets finished, i am considering breaking it into two parts
the first would still be titled Unforgivable
the second would be titled Like a Rainbow in the Dark
Yes, I've been listening to a LOT of Dio lately...
“There is an elf sitting on my bed.”
“Yes.” Erestor flipped to the next page of the book he was reading. “His name is Gildor.”
“I know that,” replied Anglin a little angrily. “He is my only living cousin. The question is not who he is, but why he is here.”
Gildor unbuckled his other boot. “I am here to help you.” The boot was tossed over onto the other side of the room and hit the wall with a clunk. “None of you seem to be all too good at escaping, so I am offering my expertise.”
“Grand. You may begin by making yourself disappear from my bed.” Anglin walked over with the intention of shoving Gildor off if he did not move, but the other elf got the hint and stood up just in time. “Stay off of there, will you? You smell like manure and chicken feed.”
“He was living in the cornfield,” said Erestor, his concentration only partially on the book he was reading.
“Where shall I go?” asked Gildor. He stood with one stocking off and the other on. “I am not the one who smells, it is these clothes.”
“Go sit on his bed,” instructed Anglin. “On the opposite side of mine,” he added as an afterthought.
“No.” Erestor bent his knee, and positioned his leg to block an attempt by Gildor to sit. “Use the chair in the washroom. And stay away from the linens,” he called out as Gildor left the room grumbling.
Anglin walked to Erestor’s bed, crossed his arms, and stared down at him.
“What?” Erestor did not look up from his book until Anglin lifted it away. “Give it back. You can read it when I am done.” As he flipped onto his back, Erestor noted the unamused look he was being given. “What did you want me to do, leave him out there?”
“I certainly think bringing him inside was a bad idea,” said Anglin. “You have no idea who might have been following him, and you have no idea if he is a spy for Verdev or someone else!”
“Gildor is no spy. He is too much like his father,” explained Erestor, surprised at himself for giving such a compliment.
A sigh followed, and Anglin tossed the book back at Erestor. “If that is the truth, we are all fucked.”
“What do you mean?”
Anglin turned and went to his own bed, crawling up onto it. “Uncle Finrod was foolish. No one but an idiot takes so few on so fatal a mission. His determination got him killed.”
Erestor held his tongue, wanting to state that one of the members of the party indeed made it out alive, but thought better of it. Gildor returned, stripped of his clothes and carrying the chair with him.
“What are you doing?” demanded Erestor as he sat up in bed. As soon as he realized he was staring, he looked away. “Have you no decency?”
“No – I mean, yes. Wait... no. I think.” Gildor set the chair between the two beds, and when Anglin looked up briefly, he let out a discontented grumble and hid his head under a pillow. “I certainly have my modesty, but I also have no clean clothing.”
“Go look in the closet and take what you need,” said Erestor, blindly waving his hand toward the closet.
“And bathe before you put anything on,” added the muffled voice of Anglin. “Your clothes might stink worse, but you certainly stink as well!”
That was the moment that Ardinir chose to enter the room. “Erestor, Anglin, my uncle thinks he saw – oh, my word!” Ardinir ducked out of the room, and from the hallway said, “I guess he was right!”
“Ardinir, tell your uncle to come here. And you, too,” added Erestor. Eliel popped in past Ardinir as Erestor was saying this, but before she could speak, she took one look around and let out a shriek before she scurried back out again.
“And that, my good fellows,” announced Gildor as he looked over his shoulder on the way to the closet, “is why I wholeheartedly prefer an ellon to an elleth!”
And, also? Gildor has been quite the plot bunny himself. For an elf that I seriously disliked to the point of near hate for years, he has come through when I needed him. Maybe he's not so bad after all....
also... after this novel gets finished, i am considering breaking it into two parts
the first would still be titled Unforgivable
the second would be titled Like a Rainbow in the Dark
Yes, I've been listening to a LOT of Dio lately...
“There is an elf sitting on my bed.”
“Yes.” Erestor flipped to the next page of the book he was reading. “His name is Gildor.”
“I know that,” replied Anglin a little angrily. “He is my only living cousin. The question is not who he is, but why he is here.”
Gildor unbuckled his other boot. “I am here to help you.” The boot was tossed over onto the other side of the room and hit the wall with a clunk. “None of you seem to be all too good at escaping, so I am offering my expertise.”
“Grand. You may begin by making yourself disappear from my bed.” Anglin walked over with the intention of shoving Gildor off if he did not move, but the other elf got the hint and stood up just in time. “Stay off of there, will you? You smell like manure and chicken feed.”
“He was living in the cornfield,” said Erestor, his concentration only partially on the book he was reading.
“Where shall I go?” asked Gildor. He stood with one stocking off and the other on. “I am not the one who smells, it is these clothes.”
“Go sit on his bed,” instructed Anglin. “On the opposite side of mine,” he added as an afterthought.
“No.” Erestor bent his knee, and positioned his leg to block an attempt by Gildor to sit. “Use the chair in the washroom. And stay away from the linens,” he called out as Gildor left the room grumbling.
Anglin walked to Erestor’s bed, crossed his arms, and stared down at him.
“What?” Erestor did not look up from his book until Anglin lifted it away. “Give it back. You can read it when I am done.” As he flipped onto his back, Erestor noted the unamused look he was being given. “What did you want me to do, leave him out there?”
“I certainly think bringing him inside was a bad idea,” said Anglin. “You have no idea who might have been following him, and you have no idea if he is a spy for Verdev or someone else!”
“Gildor is no spy. He is too much like his father,” explained Erestor, surprised at himself for giving such a compliment.
A sigh followed, and Anglin tossed the book back at Erestor. “If that is the truth, we are all fucked.”
“What do you mean?”
Anglin turned and went to his own bed, crawling up onto it. “Uncle Finrod was foolish. No one but an idiot takes so few on so fatal a mission. His determination got him killed.”
Erestor held his tongue, wanting to state that one of the members of the party indeed made it out alive, but thought better of it. Gildor returned, stripped of his clothes and carrying the chair with him.
“What are you doing?” demanded Erestor as he sat up in bed. As soon as he realized he was staring, he looked away. “Have you no decency?”
“No – I mean, yes. Wait... no. I think.” Gildor set the chair between the two beds, and when Anglin looked up briefly, he let out a discontented grumble and hid his head under a pillow. “I certainly have my modesty, but I also have no clean clothing.”
“Go look in the closet and take what you need,” said Erestor, blindly waving his hand toward the closet.
“And bathe before you put anything on,” added the muffled voice of Anglin. “Your clothes might stink worse, but you certainly stink as well!”
That was the moment that Ardinir chose to enter the room. “Erestor, Anglin, my uncle thinks he saw – oh, my word!” Ardinir ducked out of the room, and from the hallway said, “I guess he was right!”
“Ardinir, tell your uncle to come here. And you, too,” added Erestor. Eliel popped in past Ardinir as Erestor was saying this, but before she could speak, she took one look around and let out a shriek before she scurried back out again.
“And that, my good fellows,” announced Gildor as he looked over his shoulder on the way to the closet, “is why I wholeheartedly prefer an ellon to an elleth!”
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Date: 2009-11-17 05:35 am (UTC)Zhieeeeee! *pouts and is crushed* I was so hoping for some Glorfindel/Erestor action - even in flashbacks. No one really writes them anymore. I know I came to the elf fandom late - me being into the men. But now I'm here, and I am so ansting because everyone seems to be tired of this pairing. But I find them so hot. Zhieeeee! You know them. Please?
Here are some nontraditional bunnies for your collections, feel free to use the other videos - I do. I'm so hoping to read G/E. Rock on, babe. I know you can do it! Deathstars rock, and they are such uber slashy horny slutty elf bunnies, too. LOL heh. Use and abuse them is the motto of the day. *smiles*
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Date: 2009-11-17 06:30 am (UTC)Besides, they're just too cute together.
Here's a little tidbit I found... something I started on May 12th 2008, allegedly...
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Very slowly, Glorfindel lowered himself down onto the bed. There it was, just as he had requested. He touched it – indeed, the rope was silk, and it slipped through his fingers back onto the sheets. Now was the time to back out if he wished. The rope could be hidden in a drawer or under the bed, and Glorfindel knew that Erestor would say nothing.
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It's not much... more of a tease than anything else...
hey, do you use yahoo IM or MSN IM by chance? we can squee about E/G in real time together