I'm going to try to keep this short, for once.
I'm going to rate the chapter for general audiences, although there are some mild mentions of sexuality.
Comments and criticisms are always welcome.
Thank you for reading!
(Oh, and Friday's posting: Feanaro's PoV. Eru help us all....)
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Chapter Twenty-Seven )
You’ve created a nice aura of sadness surrounding Macalaurë. The poor thing. Afraid of his father and treated like a servant by his horny older brother! This was another chapter with wonderful description and characterizations and great insight.
But why am I so pervy that I like all the following parts: -
“Which do you think is more important? My eyes or the blond in my hair?” - LOL!
“What about your good black riding breeches? --- Those always make the girls in Tirion walk into lampposts”. - ROFL!
“Yeah, but did you ever see the laces on them? --- They’re far too difficult to remove!” - ROFLMAO!
“Varda’s stars! You’ve actually worn robes with no underwear?” - *THUD*
“Manwë’s britches, Macalaurë!” - ROFL!
And my personal favourite: “She kissed my ear and I exploded in my clothes like some stupid virgin - “
“I don’t need to know that!” - ROFLMAO! Oh Eru!
Oh, God! Just too funny! I died laughing! That Maitimo is one horny Elf!
P.S. Nice mention of Findaráto to come, Dawn! Way to go! You got a mention of him into the story!! Three cheers for Dawn!!!
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Died? Uh oh, this is a job for Fingon the Valiant, an expert in first aid with a focus on mouth-to-mouth resuscitation!
*sends Fingon*
And yes, Maitimo is the equivalent of a 17-year-old, so he's got one thing on his mind! :^D
Nice mention of Findaráto to come, Dawn! Way to go! You got a mention of him into the story!! Three cheers for Dawn!!!
But of course! My namesake has to be in it, even if only in the fetal form. ;^P
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