[FIC] Token
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BS
Friday, June 30, 2006
Tuesday, July 4, 2006
Disclaimer: Lord of the Rings and The Hobbit were written by JRR Tolkien. I’m borrowing the characters and situations for my own amusement, no profit whatsoever.
Warnings: Slash, humor?
Notes: Yet another one spawned from talking to my sister. It seems Aragorn (Estel) gets it on with everyone!
Token
“Legolas, my friend!” Estel called as he entered the clearing. He smiled broadly as the Elf turned to look at him, and they clasped hands on each other’s shoulders.
“Estel!” Legolas said with a smile. “You made it!” He leaned close and pulled Estel into a hug. Estel could smell the sweet, flowery scent of the other’s soft hair, and the smile tugged at his lips again.
“As though I would miss it!” Estel said loudly with a laugh. He and Legolas turned back to the center of the clearing, where a few Elves were beginning to set up a fire. They were setting up a low wooden table, long and broad. The feast wouldn’t be held until the following evening, but they always started preparations earlier in the week.
“Yes, you’ve always loved the midwinter hunt,” Legolas said and started to lead his friend to the table. He took a seat on the wood, then patted the spot next to him for the Ranger to join him. Estel caught the disapproving looks some of the other Elves were giving them and remained standing. He had been traveling for several months now, and his clothing was hardly pristine. He was in desperate need of a bath - or a good, hair-washing, skin-scrubbing bath. He had lost his razor somewhere between the Misty Mountains and Mirkwood, and he was growing a beard that did nothing to help his ragged appearance. He was sure he reeked, too, but Legolas was kind enough not to mention it. Still, he doubted anyone wanted him sitting on a table that they would be eating from soon.
“Is your father here yet?” Estel asked casually, giving an obvious look around the clearing. It was spacious, but still small enough that the interlocking branches far overhead obscured the sunlight, though a few little beams shone down onto the forest floor. The trees around them were tall and thin; their leaves were small and dark green. The area seemed to be permeated with a soft green glow, and he felt both old and young at the same time. He had surveyed it earlier, before attracting Legolas’s attention, and knew the woodland king was not present. Still, he had to keep up appearances.
“No, not yet,” Legolas replied. He gave Estel a long, speculative look, but then brushed it off and clapped his hands in front of him. “He is still in the palace, admiring his treasures.” Here, he sighed with exasperation and very nearly rolled his eyes. He missed the slow, secretive smile that grew over his friend’s face. “Come,” Legolas said while standing. “You must get cleaned up before the hunt begins.”
Estel tugged at his beard thoughtfully, knowing it wouldn’t do for the elf-king to see him so rough and ragged. With a bashful grimace, he followed Legolas into the darkening woods.
“What’s this?” Legolas asked.
Estel languidly opened his eyes and turned to look at his friend. He was shoulder-deep in the cool water, letting the ache and weariness of travel seep from him. His shoulders were sagging with the long trip to Mirkwood, but now he felt refreshed and spry. “What is what?” he asked absently.
“This,” Legolas replied, thrusting forth a small, heavy object wrapped in a tattered, old cloth.
Estel’s eye’s widened and he lunged for the object just as the Elf began to unwrap it. His slippery fingers snatched the cloth from his hand, but not before the corner lifted up and Legolas could see the unmistakable glint of gold in the soft sunlight. “It’s nothing,” he said in a hurry and hastily covered the exposed edge. He held the wrap close to his body, and his eyes betrayed a panicked expression.
Legolas was intrigued. He raised a slender eyebrow and leaned forward, trying to get a closer look. Estel scrambled out of the water and quickly dressed. His hair was still dripping wet, making his maroon long-sleeved shirt look almost black.
“Estel,” Legolas started in a teasing voice. But he was interrupted as they heard the loud call of a horn. Legolas looked almost disappointed, but Estel was obviously pleased. Silent, they started back to the clearing.
The following evening, Estel leaned against a beech tree, watching his Elven friends dance and feast. The hunt had been very successful. He had dined on venison earlier, drank his wine from a golden goblet with the other wood-elves. The fire was bright and strong, and it cast deep shadows into the forest, and painted golden and red light over each of their faces. It made Thranduil’s blond hair glow like molten gold. Estel sighed in appreciation.
He worried that he had been too obvious, though. Legolas had watched him intently throughout the day, and by nightfall a discontent frown had settled onto his mouth. He kept looking for an opportunity to speak to Estel alone, and the Ranger was determined not to give it to him.
He really didn’t need another pitying lecture. The one from his brothers had been bad enough.
He knew he had no chance, so why did they constantly try to remind him of it?
It was probably because he insisted on doing foolish things. Just as he did now. He had waited for an opportunity all night, and now one had finally presented itself. Thranduil had finally left his position at the head of the table, and was content watching the merrymaking of his people. Estel casually made his way to the king.
“Ah, Estel,” he said, eyes focused on the scene in front of them “Are you enjoying your stay here?”
“Very much,” the Ranger replied, eyes flickering between the dancing around the fire to the king. “You make me feel very welcome.”
“Legolas is very fond of you,” he added.
Estel blushed, but it wasn’t noticeable in the firelight. “He is a good friend,” he said simply. I know what he thinks. I know what they all think... But it’s just not true. How could I have feelings for Legolas when there’s another who... I feel for.
“A friend?” Thranduil repeated tonelessly.
Estel didn’t answer, but the blush flooded back into this face. He absently patted the cloth-wrapped package, debating whether or not to just go with it. “I brought you something,” he said shyly. For a moment he thought that Thranduil hadn’t heard him, but the blond king was silently watching him, an unreadable expression on his face.
Estel brought out the wrapped package that he had strapped to his belt, his fingers nervously working the edges of the cloth. “Here,” he said in a rush, shoving the gift toward the Elf before he lost his nerve.
Thranduil hesitantly took it, though he looked as though he clearly wished to be anywhere else. He slowly unwrapped the gift, agonizing slow for Estel, who couldn’t watch and turned away, only to turn back again to see if he had opened it yet. He felt like a child again, giving Elrond a begetting day present. But he did not want Thranduil’s fatherly affection. He would be absolutely crushed if he patted him on the head as Elrond had done.
There was no masking the look of surprised joy in Thranduil’s eyes as he beheld the small necklace Estel had given him. It was made of sparkling gold, with small white gems set into the metal. In the center, a large deep emerald sparkled in the firelight.
“I know you like things like that,” he said in a rush. “I mean, Legolas said you liked these-“
Thranduil interrupted him with a raised finger. He smiled affectionately, and Estel was sure he would pat him on the head. But instead, he leaned close and briefly, chastely, pressed his lips against Estel’s cheek. He was warm and Estel flushed hot all over. The Elf-king smelled like a deep forest, ancient but full of life and living things, and it was a pleasant scent. Estel smiled in content.
“It is very beautiful, Estel,” he said. The firelight danced in his eyes, and Estel thought he had never looked so breathtaking. “Thank you.”
Estel smiled in giddy delight, wanting nothing more than to lean close to the Elf-king. Across the clearing, he could see Legolas watching them with a steady stare. He looked altogether displeased, and Estel hoped that it wouldn’t damage their friendship.
“Do not worry about him,” Thranduil said. He smiled at Estel again and the Ranger returned it with a grin. It had been a very successful hunt, indeed.
(end)
End Notes: Here’s a direct quote from The Hobbit:
If the elf-king had a weakness it as for treasure, especially for silver and white gems; and though his hoard was rich, he was ever eager for more, since he had not yet as great a treasure as other elf-lords of old.
Here’s the conversation that spawned this. Two or three irrelevant lines have been removed. Ahh it's random....!
Bright You Now :: Floating Foals. says:
The other featured WHORE!Maedhros. Wow, what a skank.
Bright You Now :: Floating Foals. says:
IT WAS BAD!
Sardul Crises --- says:
i bet you read it all though
Sardul Crises --- says:
so ha
Bright You Now :: Floating Foals. says:
Take that prim and proper Elves!
Sardul Crises --- says:
we all know elves are whores!
Sardul Crises --- says:
legolas is their leader
Bright You Now :: Floating Foals. says:
Oh yes, what whores!
Bright You Now :: Floating Foals. says:
lmao!
Sardul Crises --- says:
aragorn is the ranger whore
Bright You Now :: Floating Foals. says:
They have orgies on the trip back to Valinor.
Bright You Now :: Floating Foals. says:
Yes, that too!
Sardul Crises --- says:
he really gets aroudn
Sardul Crises --- says:
around
Bright You Now :: Floating Foals. says:
Oh yeah.
Bright You Now :: Floating Foals. says:
Is there any character they haven't been with?
Bright You Now :: Floating Foals. says:
Even orcs!
Bright You Now :: Floating Foals. says:
ELVES ARE SWANS! MEN ARE DUCKS!
Sardul Crises --- says:
thinking
Sardul Crises --- says:
no i think they covered them all
Sardul Crises --- says:
i've seen everything
Bright You Now :: Floating Foals. says:
Just check the pairing listings ar Library of Moria or Melethyrn or of Elves and Men. BIG LONG LIST!
Sardul Crises --- says:
estel x elrond, estel x twin, estel x legolas, estel x arwen, estel x glorfindel....
Bright You Now :: Floating Foals. says:
Speaking of which, I need to go back there.
Sardul Crises --- says:
hmm. hvn't seen estel x thranduil
Sardul Crises --- says:
but i bet it exist
Sardul Crises --- says:
hell estel x celeborn is around
Bright You Now :: Floating Foals. says:
Estel x Sauron. Estel X Ranger. Estel x Orc Leader.Estel x Denethor.
Sardul Crises --- says:
yep
Sardul Crises --- says:
estel x woman
Sardul Crises --- says:
estel x oc
Bright You Now :: Floating Foals. says:
Ex Thranduil does exist. I have seen it!
Sardul Crises --- says:
for real
Bright You Now :: Floating Foals. says:
kukukuku
Bright You Now :: Floating Foals. says:
Gives a new meaning to his 'friendship' with Legolas.
Sardul Crises --- says:
kekekekkekekekkekekekke
Sardul Crises --- says:
he can be his son
Sardul Crises --- says:
lol
Sardul Crises --- says:
how about t x l x e
Bright You Now :: Floating Foals. says:
"Why do you come over so often, Estel? Don't you have Rangering to do in Imladris?"
"Oh well, I just like spending time with you, mellon. Say, when's your ada gonna be home?"
Bright You Now :: Floating Foals. says:
KUKUKUKU@!
Bright You Now :: Floating Foals. says:
DADDY!
Sardul Crises --- says:
kekekekkekekkekekekekekekekeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
Sardul Crises --- says:
'rangering"
Sardul Crises --- says:
lmao
Bright You Now :: Floating Foals. says:
=P
Sardul Crises --- says:
kind of like the forestry job, he?
Bright You Now :: Floating Foals. says:
Well, we know how much work gets done there!
Sardul Crises --- says:
that sounds like a real quote
Bright You Now :: Floating Foals. says:
I thought so too!
Bright You Now :: Floating Foals. says:
I SHOULD WRITE IT!
Sardul Crises --- says:
it could really be ripped form a slash fic
Sardul Crises --- says:
pwp i bet
Bright You Now :: Floating Foals. says:
kukukuku!
Sardul Crises --- says:
you should
Sardul Crises --- says:
legoals get s a new 'mommy'
Bright You Now :: Floating Foals. says:
YOU HAVE CHALLENGED ME, MORTAL! STAND IN AWE OF MY BADSLASH!
Bright You Now :: Floating Foals. says:
kukukuku
Sardul Crises --- says:
i look forward ot it.
Comment if you want. I've never written this pairing before.
BS
Friday, June 30, 2006
Tuesday, July 4, 2006
Disclaimer: Lord of the Rings and The Hobbit were written by JRR Tolkien. I’m borrowing the characters and situations for my own amusement, no profit whatsoever.
Warnings: Slash, humor?
Notes: Yet another one spawned from talking to my sister. It seems Aragorn (Estel) gets it on with everyone!
Token
“Legolas, my friend!” Estel called as he entered the clearing. He smiled broadly as the Elf turned to look at him, and they clasped hands on each other’s shoulders.
“Estel!” Legolas said with a smile. “You made it!” He leaned close and pulled Estel into a hug. Estel could smell the sweet, flowery scent of the other’s soft hair, and the smile tugged at his lips again.
“As though I would miss it!” Estel said loudly with a laugh. He and Legolas turned back to the center of the clearing, where a few Elves were beginning to set up a fire. They were setting up a low wooden table, long and broad. The feast wouldn’t be held until the following evening, but they always started preparations earlier in the week.
“Yes, you’ve always loved the midwinter hunt,” Legolas said and started to lead his friend to the table. He took a seat on the wood, then patted the spot next to him for the Ranger to join him. Estel caught the disapproving looks some of the other Elves were giving them and remained standing. He had been traveling for several months now, and his clothing was hardly pristine. He was in desperate need of a bath - or a good, hair-washing, skin-scrubbing bath. He had lost his razor somewhere between the Misty Mountains and Mirkwood, and he was growing a beard that did nothing to help his ragged appearance. He was sure he reeked, too, but Legolas was kind enough not to mention it. Still, he doubted anyone wanted him sitting on a table that they would be eating from soon.
“Is your father here yet?” Estel asked casually, giving an obvious look around the clearing. It was spacious, but still small enough that the interlocking branches far overhead obscured the sunlight, though a few little beams shone down onto the forest floor. The trees around them were tall and thin; their leaves were small and dark green. The area seemed to be permeated with a soft green glow, and he felt both old and young at the same time. He had surveyed it earlier, before attracting Legolas’s attention, and knew the woodland king was not present. Still, he had to keep up appearances.
“No, not yet,” Legolas replied. He gave Estel a long, speculative look, but then brushed it off and clapped his hands in front of him. “He is still in the palace, admiring his treasures.” Here, he sighed with exasperation and very nearly rolled his eyes. He missed the slow, secretive smile that grew over his friend’s face. “Come,” Legolas said while standing. “You must get cleaned up before the hunt begins.”
Estel tugged at his beard thoughtfully, knowing it wouldn’t do for the elf-king to see him so rough and ragged. With a bashful grimace, he followed Legolas into the darkening woods.
“What’s this?” Legolas asked.
Estel languidly opened his eyes and turned to look at his friend. He was shoulder-deep in the cool water, letting the ache and weariness of travel seep from him. His shoulders were sagging with the long trip to Mirkwood, but now he felt refreshed and spry. “What is what?” he asked absently.
“This,” Legolas replied, thrusting forth a small, heavy object wrapped in a tattered, old cloth.
Estel’s eye’s widened and he lunged for the object just as the Elf began to unwrap it. His slippery fingers snatched the cloth from his hand, but not before the corner lifted up and Legolas could see the unmistakable glint of gold in the soft sunlight. “It’s nothing,” he said in a hurry and hastily covered the exposed edge. He held the wrap close to his body, and his eyes betrayed a panicked expression.
Legolas was intrigued. He raised a slender eyebrow and leaned forward, trying to get a closer look. Estel scrambled out of the water and quickly dressed. His hair was still dripping wet, making his maroon long-sleeved shirt look almost black.
“Estel,” Legolas started in a teasing voice. But he was interrupted as they heard the loud call of a horn. Legolas looked almost disappointed, but Estel was obviously pleased. Silent, they started back to the clearing.
The following evening, Estel leaned against a beech tree, watching his Elven friends dance and feast. The hunt had been very successful. He had dined on venison earlier, drank his wine from a golden goblet with the other wood-elves. The fire was bright and strong, and it cast deep shadows into the forest, and painted golden and red light over each of their faces. It made Thranduil’s blond hair glow like molten gold. Estel sighed in appreciation.
He worried that he had been too obvious, though. Legolas had watched him intently throughout the day, and by nightfall a discontent frown had settled onto his mouth. He kept looking for an opportunity to speak to Estel alone, and the Ranger was determined not to give it to him.
He really didn’t need another pitying lecture. The one from his brothers had been bad enough.
He knew he had no chance, so why did they constantly try to remind him of it?
It was probably because he insisted on doing foolish things. Just as he did now. He had waited for an opportunity all night, and now one had finally presented itself. Thranduil had finally left his position at the head of the table, and was content watching the merrymaking of his people. Estel casually made his way to the king.
“Ah, Estel,” he said, eyes focused on the scene in front of them “Are you enjoying your stay here?”
“Very much,” the Ranger replied, eyes flickering between the dancing around the fire to the king. “You make me feel very welcome.”
“Legolas is very fond of you,” he added.
Estel blushed, but it wasn’t noticeable in the firelight. “He is a good friend,” he said simply. I know what he thinks. I know what they all think... But it’s just not true. How could I have feelings for Legolas when there’s another who... I feel for.
“A friend?” Thranduil repeated tonelessly.
Estel didn’t answer, but the blush flooded back into this face. He absently patted the cloth-wrapped package, debating whether or not to just go with it. “I brought you something,” he said shyly. For a moment he thought that Thranduil hadn’t heard him, but the blond king was silently watching him, an unreadable expression on his face.
Estel brought out the wrapped package that he had strapped to his belt, his fingers nervously working the edges of the cloth. “Here,” he said in a rush, shoving the gift toward the Elf before he lost his nerve.
Thranduil hesitantly took it, though he looked as though he clearly wished to be anywhere else. He slowly unwrapped the gift, agonizing slow for Estel, who couldn’t watch and turned away, only to turn back again to see if he had opened it yet. He felt like a child again, giving Elrond a begetting day present. But he did not want Thranduil’s fatherly affection. He would be absolutely crushed if he patted him on the head as Elrond had done.
There was no masking the look of surprised joy in Thranduil’s eyes as he beheld the small necklace Estel had given him. It was made of sparkling gold, with small white gems set into the metal. In the center, a large deep emerald sparkled in the firelight.
“I know you like things like that,” he said in a rush. “I mean, Legolas said you liked these-“
Thranduil interrupted him with a raised finger. He smiled affectionately, and Estel was sure he would pat him on the head. But instead, he leaned close and briefly, chastely, pressed his lips against Estel’s cheek. He was warm and Estel flushed hot all over. The Elf-king smelled like a deep forest, ancient but full of life and living things, and it was a pleasant scent. Estel smiled in content.
“It is very beautiful, Estel,” he said. The firelight danced in his eyes, and Estel thought he had never looked so breathtaking. “Thank you.”
Estel smiled in giddy delight, wanting nothing more than to lean close to the Elf-king. Across the clearing, he could see Legolas watching them with a steady stare. He looked altogether displeased, and Estel hoped that it wouldn’t damage their friendship.
“Do not worry about him,” Thranduil said. He smiled at Estel again and the Ranger returned it with a grin. It had been a very successful hunt, indeed.
(end)
End Notes: Here’s a direct quote from The Hobbit:
If the elf-king had a weakness it as for treasure, especially for silver and white gems; and though his hoard was rich, he was ever eager for more, since he had not yet as great a treasure as other elf-lords of old.
Here’s the conversation that spawned this. Two or three irrelevant lines have been removed. Ahh it's random....!
Bright You Now :: Floating Foals. says:
The other featured WHORE!Maedhros. Wow, what a skank.
Bright You Now :: Floating Foals. says:
IT WAS BAD!
Sardul Crises --- says:
i bet you read it all though
Sardul Crises --- says:
so ha
Bright You Now :: Floating Foals. says:
Take that prim and proper Elves!
Sardul Crises --- says:
we all know elves are whores!
Sardul Crises --- says:
legolas is their leader
Bright You Now :: Floating Foals. says:
Oh yes, what whores!
Bright You Now :: Floating Foals. says:
lmao!
Sardul Crises --- says:
aragorn is the ranger whore
Bright You Now :: Floating Foals. says:
They have orgies on the trip back to Valinor.
Bright You Now :: Floating Foals. says:
Yes, that too!
Sardul Crises --- says:
he really gets aroudn
Sardul Crises --- says:
around
Bright You Now :: Floating Foals. says:
Oh yeah.
Bright You Now :: Floating Foals. says:
Is there any character they haven't been with?
Bright You Now :: Floating Foals. says:
Even orcs!
Bright You Now :: Floating Foals. says:
ELVES ARE SWANS! MEN ARE DUCKS!
Sardul Crises --- says:
thinking
Sardul Crises --- says:
no i think they covered them all
Sardul Crises --- says:
i've seen everything
Bright You Now :: Floating Foals. says:
Just check the pairing listings ar Library of Moria or Melethyrn or of Elves and Men. BIG LONG LIST!
Sardul Crises --- says:
estel x elrond, estel x twin, estel x legolas, estel x arwen, estel x glorfindel....
Bright You Now :: Floating Foals. says:
Speaking of which, I need to go back there.
Sardul Crises --- says:
hmm. hvn't seen estel x thranduil
Sardul Crises --- says:
but i bet it exist
Sardul Crises --- says:
hell estel x celeborn is around
Bright You Now :: Floating Foals. says:
Estel x Sauron. Estel X Ranger. Estel x Orc Leader.Estel x Denethor.
Sardul Crises --- says:
yep
Sardul Crises --- says:
estel x woman
Sardul Crises --- says:
estel x oc
Bright You Now :: Floating Foals. says:
Ex Thranduil does exist. I have seen it!
Sardul Crises --- says:
for real
Bright You Now :: Floating Foals. says:
kukukuku
Bright You Now :: Floating Foals. says:
Gives a new meaning to his 'friendship' with Legolas.
Sardul Crises --- says:
kekekekkekekekkekekekke
Sardul Crises --- says:
he can be his son
Sardul Crises --- says:
lol
Sardul Crises --- says:
how about t x l x e
Bright You Now :: Floating Foals. says:
"Why do you come over so often, Estel? Don't you have Rangering to do in Imladris?"
"Oh well, I just like spending time with you, mellon. Say, when's your ada gonna be home?"
Bright You Now :: Floating Foals. says:
KUKUKUKU@!
Bright You Now :: Floating Foals. says:
DADDY!
Sardul Crises --- says:
kekekekkekekkekekekekekekekeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
Sardul Crises --- says:
'rangering"
Sardul Crises --- says:
lmao
Bright You Now :: Floating Foals. says:
=P
Sardul Crises --- says:
kind of like the forestry job, he?
Bright You Now :: Floating Foals. says:
Well, we know how much work gets done there!
Sardul Crises --- says:
that sounds like a real quote
Bright You Now :: Floating Foals. says:
I thought so too!
Bright You Now :: Floating Foals. says:
I SHOULD WRITE IT!
Sardul Crises --- says:
it could really be ripped form a slash fic
Sardul Crises --- says:
pwp i bet
Bright You Now :: Floating Foals. says:
kukukuku!
Sardul Crises --- says:
you should
Sardul Crises --- says:
legoals get s a new 'mommy'
Bright You Now :: Floating Foals. says:
YOU HAVE CHALLENGED ME, MORTAL! STAND IN AWE OF MY BADSLASH!
Bright You Now :: Floating Foals. says:
kukukuku
Sardul Crises --- says:
i look forward ot it.
Comment if you want. I've never written this pairing before.