"Necktie" Legend of Seeker Fic (PG-13)
Disclaimer: Legend of the Seeker belongs to Terry Goodkind and all the grand high mucky mucks of ABC. No copyright infringement is intended, and no money was made from this. Any similarity to any story not my own is a coincidence. And all of this amounts to: just playing around here, please don't sue. *wry grin*
Title: Necktie
Genre: Legend of the Seeker; humor
Rating: PG-13; rated for implied sexual situations
Timeline: After the end of the series; so spoilers for Tears
Author's Notes: Written for the "Fine Print" challenge at legendland
“Richard, what's happened? Where's the Sword? And why in the green blazes...” Zedd's distinctively clear voice trailed off into a nearly strangled sound. The scabbard in his hand came close to being dropped from his startled fingers, the loose belt with its buckle dangling and hitting his knee almost wildly.
“Zedd!” Echoing cries from the surprised couple entwined atop Kahlan's chair bounced around the empty hall.
“Oh my...” the flustered wizard managed to say before backing out of the audience chamber in a few stumbling strides. He closed the door behind himself and stared for a moment at the empty ring handle thumping woodenly in its place. Slowly, he replaced the untenanted scabbard back in the ring, its attached belt wound loosely around both it and the dark metal.
“Wizard's rule number sixty nine...”
Zedd smiled ruefully and shook his head.
“Newlyweds...”
Title: Necktie
Genre: Legend of the Seeker; humor
Rating: PG-13; rated for implied sexual situations
Timeline: After the end of the series; so spoilers for Tears
Author's Notes: Written for the "Fine Print" challenge at legendland
“Richard, what's happened? Where's the Sword? And why in the green blazes...” Zedd's distinctively clear voice trailed off into a nearly strangled sound. The scabbard in his hand came close to being dropped from his startled fingers, the loose belt with its buckle dangling and hitting his knee almost wildly.
“Zedd!” Echoing cries from the surprised couple entwined atop Kahlan's chair bounced around the empty hall.
“Oh my...” the flustered wizard managed to say before backing out of the audience chamber in a few stumbling strides. He closed the door behind himself and stared for a moment at the empty ring handle thumping woodenly in its place. Slowly, he replaced the untenanted scabbard back in the ring, its attached belt wound loosely around both it and the dark metal.
“Wizard's rule number sixty nine...”
Zedd smiled ruefully and shook his head.
“Newlyweds...”