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C. calumny (cal'mu-ny) n.: slander

Orophin+Haldir+Rumil

"You will not believe the vision that has crossed my eyes."

"Try us. We have often wondered why your eyes dangle so in your head."

The blue eyed blond glared at his hazel eyed brother. "You will be sorry you mocked me so when I tell you what I have seen."

The hazel eyed brother held his hands up in supplication and elbowed their other brother to get him to stop laughing. "We are sorry, dear brother. Please, tell us what you have seen this fine day and we will endeavor not to interrupt."

"Well, as you know, I went to seek out Elrohir."

"Yes, we know all about your love for the young Lordling." More snickering.

Another frown, "He was there in his room...but not alone."

The silver eyed brother sat up a little straighter, "Do continue."

"Elladan was there."

"Ahh, you had us on the edge of our seats there for a moment. We thought you were about to tell us that you finally managed to catch young Elrohir in the raw."

"Oh, it was raw, alright."

A moment of silence. "Just what are you trying to tell us?"

"Elrohir was naked."

The hazel eyed blond frowned, "So, Elladan is his brother. We have seen each other unclothed a million times. It was nothing."

The blue eyed one arched an eyebrow, "I assure you that we have never seen each other unclothed in quite that way."

"Go on, go on."

"He was seated on the bed and Elladan was seated behind him."

"Was Elladan naked?"

"No."
"See, I told you it was nothing."

Another censuring frown, "Elladan had Elrohir pent to his chest and he was...he was..."

"Yes? Yes?!"

"Stroking him."

"Stroking him?"

"Stroking him."

The hazel eyed brother leapt from his seat, "Surely, you jest! This is just some kind of calumny against the grandsons of Galadriel!"

"I kid you not! This I saw with my own two eyes! Elladan played him like an instrument until he reached completion and Elrohir was most willing and responsive."

The silver eyed brother sighed longingly, "At least now we know why Elladan so vigorously discourages his brother's suitors."

Tomorrow the Letter D

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B. brandish (bran'dish) vt.: wave

Elladan/Elrohir

The door swung open, "Elrohir-" Elladan's voice died just as suddenly as he had opened the door as he met wide, embarrassed gray eyes identical to his own. Embarrassed because he had obviously caught his brother in an extremely private moment. Elladan's eyes dropped down to where Elrohir still gripped his arousal frozen in the moment. He quickly shut the door before anyone else happened by. The soft snick of the door closing freed his brother form his trance and the younger elf lunged for the sheet hanging over the edge of the bed and wrapped it around his waist. Elrohir dropped his chin toward his heaving chest letting his long hair obscure his flaming face.

Elladan walked forward slowly, quietly, so as not to spook his prey...he meant, his brother. "Elrohir, do not be ashamed. You have done nothing wrong. Although, "he allowed a little mirth to invade his tone, "the next time you decide to brandish your sword, maybe you should lock the door." He settled down on the bed beside his twin and Elrohir peeked at him through strands of chestnut hair.

"No one else enters without knocking and you are back early from sparring with Glorfindel."

Elladan put his arm around his brother, "Yes, our resident Balrog Slayer was in high spirits this day and fought with a lightness to his step that enabled him to defeat me even faster than usual." Elladan tugged playfully at the sheet covering his brother, "But do not let me disturb your sword practice, please, do continue. I may pick up a couple of pointers." He laughed when Elrohir glared at him from under his eyebrows.

"I think not. If you want to play with a sword, play with your own."

Elladan eased behind his brother, settling against his back with a leg to each side of his waist. He tugged on the sheet again, this time not so playfully. When Elrohir tightened his grip, he took the tip of one delicately pointed ear into his mouth, since Elrohir's hands were already clenched, reflex demanded counteraction and as soon as those slender fingers loosened their grip, Elladan pulled the sheet away. Elrohir made a half hearted grab for it but abandoned the effort when Elladan wrapped one arm around his slender waist and pulled him tighter against his chest, tongue playing with the sensitive ear tip.

"What are...what are you doing, Elladan?" Breathy, barely keeping from moaning.

Elladan released the reddened ear with a pop, "Helping you with your technique, little brother." Elladan attacked the long neck bared to him as his brother writhed in his grasp. He stroked and pumped and pulled the hard shaft between his brother's legs, eyes glued to what he was doing. When a particularly violent reaction from Elrohir disturbed his grip, he used his legs to pin his brother down and keep him spread wide and vulnerable to his touch.

Elrohir was lost in a storm of pleasure and so did not hear the knock at the door. Elladan did and more than that he recognized the pattern. His gaze shot to the lock...open. Well, this should be interesting. The door opened silently and gray eyes met blue and held. He wrapped his brother's hair around his free hand to keep his head tilted backwards away from the door and gave his erection a particularly hard twisting stroke. Elrohir came with a high keening sound and went taunt in his embrace, sending creamy white fluid running over his fingers. The door closed. Elladan turned his head to kiss his brother softly. He waited until Elrohir's breathing evened back out after he had wiped him down with the edge of the sheet.

"I meant to tell you before you distracted me," Elrohir snorted at that statement, "that a convoy form Lorien arrived earlier."

Elrohir raised his head sleepily, "Who came with them?"

Elladan smiled secretively, "Oh, the usual suspects."


Tomorrow the letter C.

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A. a-pos'ta-sy n.: abandonment of one's principles

Elrond/Glorfindel, Erestor

"Come on...let's do it."

A shake of a dark head, "No, it is wrong."

A kiss planted on a strong jaw, a whisper, "You know you want to."

"I can't. You can't."

"Why not?" A husky question.

"It is wrong...it is sexual harassment...it is....it is..."

A low chuckle, a small pelvic thrust, "It is what, my Lord?"

"It is apostasy!" Elrond's voice rose on the last word as Glorfindel pressed harder against his groin. The blond laughed, delighted by the fight his lover was putting up. He snuggled closer, rolling Elrond beneath him and straddling his waist. He looked down into hazy slate colored eyes and knew he was going to win this battle tonight. He stroked a hand down his own chest, tweaking his already hard nipples, and watched with pleasure as Elrond tracked each move avidly.

"You think he's beautiful, don't you?"

"Yesssss." A hiss as he begins rocking over his Lord.

"You want to touch him? You want to see if his tongue is as sharp as it seems or unbearably sweet like the candy he eats when he thinks no one is watching, don't you?"

"Yes...yes." Panting now. Hands pulling Glorfindel down harder to meet hips thrusting up to get more friction.

Glorfindel leaned down to kiss gasping lips, "You wish he was in this bed, naked, between us. You wish to impale him from behind with your large peredhel cock and see if he struggles against you as I did or begs for more," another kiss, "as I did. And in your heart of hearts, you wish for him to conquer me as you pillage him...in essence taking us both at once. Is that not right?"

Near incoherence now, "Yes, yes, yes...Glorfindel, please...please...I...need...I need-"

"You need Erestor. I need Erestor. You would do this for me, wouldn't you? Give me the pleasure of his company...yourself...our pleasure." Glorfindel stopped grinding against his Lord long enough to take his hard shaft slowly into his already used aperture. Elrond gasped and bucked but Glorfindel kept him pinned to the bed, controlling the pace from his advantageous position on top. He stopped half down, "We will do it?"

Elrond pulled at his hips, growling in frustration as Glorfindel locked his strong thighs and refused to be moved. "Yes, yes, anything...please!" Glorfindel smiled a blinding smile full of triumph and sank down as far as he could go, surrendering control as Elrond quickly flipped him over and pounded fiercely into his body. Release was rapidly upon them both and soon they were laying in a sticky, confused heap. Elrond raised his head blearily, "You are an iniquitous influence on me."

Glorfindel smiled, "Some principles are made to be abandoned."

Tomorrow the Letter B

LotR Recs
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Everyone has their favorite character. Everyone wants their favorite character to be with the perfect man/elf/dwarf/vampire/wizard/werewolf/etc. BUT there seems to always be a canon character in the way (usually female)in the slash fandom. Most writers prefer to just ignore the situation...yet some decide to face the problem head on. These authors are hard to find but they are out there. One in particular has ripped my heart out and stomped on it time and time again. Crista.

Erestor/Glorfindel (my OTP): The most difficult canon love interest to overcome in this instance is actually another male...Ecthelion *cough**cough*. As Erestor/Glorfindel is my favorite pairing, I have set myself up to hate Ecthelion. I did not want to hate Ecthelion, in all fairness, he seems to be an all around beautiful and worthy elf...but he is no Erestor. What does an author do if he/she believes that at one point in time Glorfindel loved Ecthelion with a passion but he/she wants to write Erestor/Glorfindel?

Enter Crista. In Breaking Point, Crista deals with Erestor's unrequited love for Glorfindel and Glorfindel's desperate longing for his past love, Ecthelion. This is no fluffy, let's move on with our lives and love again story. This story is brutal and hard to read. Erestor gets his elf in the end but at what cost to himself, Glorfindel, Elrond and even the twins. Please, for your own sake, read the warnings.

Breaking Point is continued in Abandon which is even more brutal than its predecessor. Erestor must deal with the consequences of his actions in Breaking Point AND the return of Ecthelion. Drink lots of water before reading because you will be crying buckets. I have read both of these stories only once...let that be a warning to you.

Crista has also written three fics dealing with the Erestor/Elrond+Celebrian problem. Thirty Minutes, Sixty Minutes, and Time Stood Still. All Crista's fics are archived at the Library of Moria. Proceed with caution. :)

Woe is me....
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Today was bittersweet and melancholy...like so much of my summer has been. The extended family is scandal bound and the immediate family is sworn to silence.

I have been rereading most of my favorite pieces of fanfiction from all the fandoms I have frequented through the years and it has been quite the adventure. Some stories still reduce me to tears and praise while others make me question my past judgement. :)

I hope all is well in the world out there. I may post more tonight as I am quite out of sorts.

Hmmmm...
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Topic: Art
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I have been trying my hand at drawing...something that I have not attempted in quite some time. Please be gentle.

Take a Look...

LotR Fiction
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Topic: LoTR Slash
This I wrote for the New Year. Written under the name TopKat, it's a holiday fic containing my favorite elves, Erestor and Glorindel. Rating: R?

Another Year

Another year. What was a measly year to an elf? An immortal? Erestor concealed a sigh as another elf came to him asking for guidance. Where to place the ribbons? What color ribbons should be placed upon the main table? What wine would be best for the prefestival festival? Erestor wished he could oversee all the preparations himself, but he was only one elf. So he did all he could and delegated the rest of it to the household staff.

Celebrate...

More Old Fiction
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Topic: Gundam Wing Slash
Not so long ago, I overhauled this fic and made it into an Erestor/Glorfindel story with a few key changes to the ending. This post; however, is the original draft, Wufei/Duo. Written under the name, K'Money. Rating: NC-17 Warning: Character death

Dream-escape

I dreamed of him again last night. He came to me as all illusions do, as if out of a silver mist. He reached for me with that finely boned hand I know so well and he whispered...

"Come, fly with me."

Fly with him...

My Old Fiction
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Topic: Gundam Wing Slash

I wrote this a long time ago under the pen name K'Money when I was fresh to slash in general and Gundam Wing in particular. This is a poem!fic,set to a poem by William Blake. Duo watches and thinks about their relationship as Wufei sleeps in his arms.Pairing: 2x5 Rating: PG-13

Tyger Tyger

(Tyger! Tyger! Burning bright)

Duo looked down at the boy sleeping with his head nestled on his lap. It was hard to believe that he held such power within his hands. The thought that Chang Wufei, last of his clan, loved him still filled him with reverence.

(In the forests of the night,)

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Recommendations

LoTR Rec

This story comes from an author that I quite favor. Morgana repeatedly churns out fics that are high in quality and "Erestor of Imladris" is one more excellent story in a line of many. More works by Morgana can be found at her site, Morgana's Slash Archive.

Erestor of Imladris: Erestor/Glorfindel, NC-17, AU, Angst, Character deaths

Summary: Erestor has a terrible secret and a family history known to only two elves, him and Celebrian.

Review: This tale is an emotional roller coaster that will take you from the height of despair to joyous rapture. Truly unique in a fandom that often repeats itself. If you like Erestor or Erestor/Glorfindel, you will find this fic heavenly.

Quote: "Arwen, Elrohir and Elladan; Elrond's beautiful children were no more."

HP Rec

A collaboration between two of my favorite authors, Kai and Josan. An almost flawless blending of two creative styles of writing and a little something different for HP Slash fans everywhere. Can be found at Kai's (mostly slash) Fiction along with other works by Kai.

A Matter of Trust: Part I-First Things First: Kingsley/Severus, NC-17, Angst

Summary: The Order gets a couple of new members. One of them expresses and undue amount of interest in Snape. Why?

Review: I loved this story. This story contains a number of my personal kinks: ~500K, sweet interracial loving, Evildore, needy!Severus....I could go on and on, but I'll leave a little something for you to rave about. Go! Read!

Quote: "When had sarcasm become a turn-on?"