Tickle Me 'Lando

Happy Birthday, krazykitten46!!!

alliwantisanelf — Thu, 02 Oct 2014 20:27:17 GMT

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I love being your birthday twin! Hope you have fabulous day!

Thank You, krazykitten46!

alliwantisanelf — Wed, 11 Dec 2013 06:02:31 GMT

I got the cutest little Legolas in the mail, complete with Santa hat! He is just adorable (though I probably shouldn't say that out loud about the elven prince assassin that he is). Thank you so much for sending him to me! Lil' Pip and I have our tickets already for the midnight showing IN ONLY TWO MORE NIGHTS!!!! I think I'm gonna take little Legolas with us!

THANK YOU! THANK YOU! THANK YOU!!!! ***HUGS***

Retro Halloween Surprise for zee113!

alliwantisanelf — Fri, 01 Nov 2013 03:20:17 GMT

Surprise!

Remember when you gave me the prompt word "hound" for Trick or Treat in 2009? Well, the trick was that my muse left for Tahiti and left no forwarding address, but I managed after all these years to track it down and now...

TADA!

Here's your TREAT FROM 2009!

One drabble, and one double-drabble, sort of related but not necessarily.

Happy Vigorli Halloween, Zee!

“Dang!”

Leaves fly as he sweeps them from the bench beside me with one arm, plops down and leans back to look up at the now bare limbs above.

“What?” I say, handing him his bag lunch.

“Tree stripped off nearly as fast as you did last night.”

“Shut up!”

“It’s true!”

“Is not, you wanker!”

“I swear, you were a hound dog in heat.”

“Cunt.”

He leans in close, grinning that predatory smile he uses every time he goes for the sweet spot under my left ear that he knows so well. Whispers, “Bitch.”

And he’s got me there.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Viggo dropped his elbows against the worn brown leather arms of his recliner and peered over the top of his script, silently watching as Orlando sprawled across the couch on the other side of the room. So he wasn’t imagining things. He felt a grin twisting at his lip, but he fought it so not to blow his cover.

Orlando’s right hand wandered idly down the front of his sweatpants before dipping inside the waistband. They were the saggiest pants Viggo had ever seen, short of those circus clown outfits made for stuffing to the seams with folded flowering plants and other magic tricks. Viggo was pretty sure that wasn’t exactly a flowering plant Orlando was currently fondling. However, what Viggo thought most entertaining was the right hand was doing ‘that’ while the left held open the pages of a book entitled, “Train Your Dog Not To Chew In 30 Days!”

That’s when Sidi raised his head from where he was currently gnawing the leg off the coffee table and sneezed.

And Orlando looked up. Right at Viggo.

“What?” he asked, innocently.

Viggo couldn’t help it. He grinned.

“You need help with that?”

No one ever saw the book again.

Happy Birthday, krazykitten46!!

alliwantisanelf — Thu, 03 Oct 2013 04:11:48 GMT

Best wishes to my birthday twin! Hope you had a crazy, fun-filled, wonderful day!

Story Recc: Bard/Legolas, G Rating

alliwantisanelf — Tue, 13 Aug 2013 03:24:11 GMT

Anybody out there looking forward to The Desolation of Smaug? (That sounds odd, "anticipating" a bit of desolation, doesn't it??) I haven't quite got my head wrapped around the fact that Bard looks a tremendous amount like Will Turner, and how I would've at least given him a full beard or maybe no mustache at all if I was working at character/costume design. Hopefully there'll be enough difference once we get to see him that I'll be straightened out....

Anyway, my friend itstonedme has written a short piece of Bard/Legolas that gives a glimpse into what might be coming up in the near future. I love the way she makes me forget I'm not actually living the story while her words are wrapping me up in the experience of it all.

Take a peek at "The Bowman and The Prince", which you can find here....

Happy Birthday, stormatdusk!

alliwantisanelf — Mon, 29 Jul 2013 04:07:37 GMT

Hope your day was full of surprises and tons of love!

Happy Birthday, slashfairy!

alliwantisanelf — Thu, 20 Jun 2013 02:33:19 GMT

I picked these flowers right from my yard, just for you! Hope you've had a wonderful day! xoxoxoxo

Happy Birthday, shegollum!

alliwantisanelf — Thu, 30 May 2013 21:41:09 GMT

Just a little bit of virtual candy for ya! Hope it's a great day!

drops elf-like from a tree to the ground in my front-yard forest with a very un-elf-like crash

alliwantisanelf — Thu, 08 Nov 2012 05:37:39 GMT

I have Hobbit tickets in my hand for the first midnight showing!!! *INSERT MAJOR SQUEE HERE*

Will be spending the night in a sleeping bag on the floor in Pip's college dorm room afterward. At least for one night. Possibly more. Depends on whether or not I can get up from beforementioned floor in the morning while she's out taking an exam. (It's a bit of a stretch for my brain to remember Pip was in elementary school, playing with Barbies and riding in the backseat of the van, when this all began. Now she's a college co-ed and driving my car!)

Second childhood, here I come!

Wish me luck....

Happy Birthday, krazykitten46!

alliwantisanelf — Tue, 02 Oct 2012 16:47:18 GMT

Very special wishes for a Happy Birthday to my Birthday Twin! I am so lucky to share this day with someone as wonderful as you! Here's a picture for you from my front yard in October of 2011. Hope today is cool and beautiful while you're out tree-trimming!

Happy Birthday, stormatdusk!!!

alliwantisanelf — Sat, 28 Jul 2012 21:30:35 GMT

Hope you have the BEST DAY EVER!!!!

Happy Birthday!

alliwantisanelf — Wed, 20 Jun 2012 03:12:27 GMT

Happy Birthday, slashfairy !!!!

Looks like the boys might be up to something to celebrate! Hope you're ready!

Trick Or Treat!

alliwantisanelf — Mon, 31 Oct 2011 23:09:21 GMT

Here's the only picture I have of my front door--from a couple of years ago when Mrs. Skeleton grew a couple of rose-colored pasties and answered for me!

If you're out trick or treating in the LJ community tonight and would like a treat from me, please stop by and leave a comment! I have limited internet access at the moment, but some writing time, so between the two I hope I can deliver!

(Haven't forgotten those of you who are still waiting for treats from last time--I'm working on those now as well!)

Everybody be safe and have fun! I'll deliver your "Treats" ASAP, probably this weekend or as I can get access to the web--the house I'm staying in said it had internet, but even the wonderful Yes Dear can't get it to work, so I'm at the restaurant typing while my dinner cooks.

*throws Kisses*

Happy Birthday, krazykitten46

alliwantisanelf — Mon, 03 Oct 2011 04:04:55 GMT

Happy Birthday to my Birthday Twin!

Orlando ate our cake, so this pretty flower will have to do.

XOXOXOXXOXOXOXXOXOXOXXOXO

*Do you feel any older than yesterday? 'Cause I don't, for some reason.... 8 - P *

Birthday Wishes

alliwantisanelf — Sat, 25 Jun 2011 01:43:52 GMT

Happy Birthday, rsharpe!

Joe has something to say to the Baker of your cake:

"Can I please be in rsharpe's cake? I can jump out and yell "HAPPY BIRTHDAY" really loud. I promise it would really surprise her. Can I please? Please? Please? Please? P.U.H.L.E.E.Z.???"

Hope your wishes come true on this special day.

**HUGS**

Belated Thank You's--EXTREMELY belated thank yous

alliwantisanelf — Fri, 28 Jan 2011 04:51:22 GMT

I really suck at being a long-distance friend.

There are 10 gifts on my userpage that I failed to thank people for. Failed. Failed, Failed, Failed, Failed, Failed, Failed, Failed, Failed, FAILED.

F.A.I.L.E.D.

So (better late than never I hope?), I want to say a big THANK YOU to westbeilschmidt and rsharpe for both the cute little puppies in the wicker chairs AND the adorable baby otters!

Then I need to send another big THANK YOU to karenrae for the yummy holiday cookies!

Aaaaand I also need to say THANK YOU to rsharpe for the cuddly Santa bear, and THANK YOU to itstonedme for the plate of delicious fruit!

Wait, I'm not done! westbeilschmidt needs even MORE THANK YOU's for the beautiful present with the blue bow, the delicious holiday cookies, AND the fruit plate!

Ya'll are too good to me. I really don't deserve it. I'm so sorry to be late and to not have noticed when you first sent them and thanked you properly!

***THANK YOU!!!***

Happy Birthday, Baby!

alliwantisanelf — Fri, 14 Jan 2011 04:32:46 GMT

My how you've grown! Now you've gone and made me an auntie! (I refuse to say grandmother yet, because I'm just not ready for that, even in the virtual state of our relationship, dear....)

Lots of birthday picspams or you are going around LJ right now, so I'll add my favorites to the list, starting with this one of you trying to keep up with Graham Norton--oh, boy how he can make you blush!

Okay, this one makes ME blush:

And I want to know how you stayed still and didn't wriggle while getting these tattoos painted on:

I have no words that can describe how deeply I feel about this beloved pic:

This one always makes me wonder if you shouldn't be facing the corner, and what you did to earn a time out that way, you naughty thing:

Even melancholy looks good on you (dang it!):

And I still think Bast brings out your best:

Oh my gosh, these are only a few of sooooo many favorites, but I will always love you most as my Elfboy Assassin, Dear Sweet Prance, just like this:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BABY!!!

Oh, Brother! Chapter 5 First Date

alliwantisanelf — Fri, 31 Dec 2010 08:27:26 GMT

Author: alliwantisanelf
Fandom: Lord of the Rings FPS Aragorn/Legolas
For schmoop_bingo
Title: Oh, Brother! (aka The Most Beautiful Creature In Middle-earth)
Prompt: First Date
Medium: fic
Word Count: 2060
Rating: PG Warnings: If it smells like het...aww, shoot. You know the drill by now.
Summary: Chapter 5 of the "Oh, Brother!" series. Aragorn, a young Ranger’s Apprentice, meets the true object of his affections for the first time, and pens a message about the experience to Elladan and Elrohir, his foster brothers at home in Rivendell. Pre-Fellowship.

Chapter 5 First Date

Dear Elladan and Elrohir,

Well, I’ve gone and done it now.

I’ve fallen in love with The Queen of Mirkwood.

Somebody just get an arrow from my quiver and shoot me.

More later.

Love,

Estel

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Well, I still think it’s one of the most unfair things anyone has ever done," Legolas stated, tromping down the pathway in his new hunting boots as if trying to provoke the ground beneath his feet to produce an earthquake of immense enough proportions that he wouldn’t have to proceed with this ridiculous endeavor. "It’s as if my father was conceived to plague me! Why, he knows I can’t stand the reek of that odor that clings to them like...like... well, I don’t even know what like!"

Silinde hurried along behind him, trotting four steps to every ten paces just to keep up. "It’s only a one-day hunting trip," he explained as he paused to upright a flowerpot of pansies that had tipped off the garden ledge as the prince passed by. "We’ll let them tag along, lose them about an hour from the palace, and spend the rest of the day lying in a field of daisies if you want to. We can pick them back up just before sunset and still be home in time for Meriethien’s roast venison for supper."

"He’s got some nerve, telling that Ranger that we would take them out with us. What’re we supposed to do with them? I’d rather babysit a troupe of goblins! I’ll bet they’ll even expect us to provide lunch. Oh, and nuts and berries just won’t do! They’ll expect wild boar, a bevy of doves, and at least a brace of rabbits. We’ll probably have to chew it up for them as well. How are your nursemaid capabilities, Silinde? Up to date on your skills at spoiling well-kissed babies?"

Silinde suppressed the smile that threatened to get him into trouble with his best friend. Legolas might be of royal blood, but his abilities in the wood were unmatched. Long were the days that he had spent playing various forms of hide-and-go-seek with the prince during their formidable childhood years, only to see him magically appear less than a stone’s throw away moments after Silinde had given up. Losing a whole pack of little baby Ranger Apprentices in the woods would be less than ten seconds work.

"Well?"

"Well, what?"

Legolas made a wide-sweeping gesture with his right arm and rolled his eyes. "Well, where in Middle-earth are they? We were supposed to meet them here in the glade at mid-morning! Valar knows I don’t need it, though I would have liked to enjoy the extra beauty rest, but Ada just insisted that I get here before I could even finish eating my fruit from breakfast!" He leaned his bow against a nearby tree and released the buckle on his quiver, dropping the leather strap from his shoulder and deftly catching it as it swung ‘round his chest. He made himself comfortable by seating himself upon a fallen log , then dug through the arrows for a moment before producing an unblemished banana from their midst. Peeling the skin away, he took a big bite before angling the fruit at Silinde. "Want some?" he mumbled around the mouthful of soft flesh.

"Legolas. Why must you tease me so?" Silinde pretended to take offense as the prince continued to play with his breakfast in a mildly rude and suggestive manner that neither of them would ever attempt in mixed company. By the time Legolas could safely swallow enough banana to voice a reply, there was a soft rustling in the brush to his left.

Silinde’s head whipped toward the sound, his keen eyes tracking straight to its source, but the prince never flinched.

"You can come out, now," Legolas calmly said.

The thick hedge was parted by a pair of dirty hands, and a lanky human, dressed in mud-splotched boots and a leather overcoat that was slightly too big, stepped into the clearing. He immediately dropped to one knee, bowing his head of unruly brown hair.

It was the Ranger Apprentice who had left the table so suddenly last night.

"I beg your pardon, Your Majesty," he apologized, blushing profusely.

Legolas took another bite of the banana, chewing slowly before continuing. "Where are the others?"

The Ranger Apprentice glanced up briefly before darkening yet another shade of maroon and dropping his eyes so quickly back to the ground that Silinde was sure he heard the man’s neck vertebrae pop. That or his teeth had clacked together; he’d always found the noises to be quite similar.

"The others have taken ill, and are... shall I say, indisposed. I was dispatched by Alagthod the Head Ranger to inform the King, but when I heard a fearsome noise approaching on the path, I took cover in the brush."

Silinde let out a rather undignified snort. The prince shot him a glance that could have melted mithril.

The Ranger Apprentice remained rooted to his spot, his eyes glued to the bare patch of earth beneath him as if that were all that kept him from levitating skyward and floating off.

"I knew he was there the whole time, Silinde. Couldn’t you smell him? Sweaty leather, lingering stench of pipeweed, rinsed off with fresh water sometime in the past day or so but successfully avoided anything even remotely resembling soap...." Legolas finished the last bite of his breakfast banana and carefully folded the peel before placing it gently on the ground beside his seat. He’d bury it properly in a moment, but first he wanted to hear the rest of this. "Go on," he encouraged with a wave of his hand.

"You came upon me first. I’m sorry, Your Highness. I remained hidden in order to protect you from whatever it was that had been coming down the path. I... I... It must have disappeared, for it does not seem to have followed. My intentions were pure, I swear, and I offer my utmost apologies, I did not mean to... spy, upon your trys-- ... er, uhm... relationship."

It was Silinde who sputtered this time. "Tryst?" he laughed aloud. "Us? Why, Legolas! He thinks we’re lov—"

"Shut up." Legolas was suddenly finding it difficult to concentrate. Try as he might, he found that he couldn’t seem to take his eyes off the rounded edge of the man’s left ear, the way the slope of his neck retreated into his collar, the dark curl of hair that poked out of his shirt at the hollow between his collar bones....

Wait a minute. What in The Black Gate of Mordor was he thinking???

The prince arose from his seat, striding forward to stand directly in front of the man. Better to end this quickly. "I will tell the King. Arise, and be gone with you."

"Hold on a minute!" Silinde interrupted. Something wasn’t quite right here. He was a bit worried about the way the prince kept staring at the Ranger Apprentice, looking very much like he’d like to toy with him the way he had been toying with his breakfast earlier, rather than let him go. "Why are you not ill as well? Aren’t you the one who couldn’t handle his wine last night? Or do the rest of your kind suffer from the same malady that made you leave the King’s table?"

"It has nothing to do with the fact that he drank too much, Silinde. The reason he’s not ill is because he didn’t eat."

"Didn’t eat?"

"He didn’t eat." The prince let out a long sigh. Might as well confess and get it over with. "You see, I gave Culuriwen one of those dangly bangle bracelets I got last mid-winter’s eve in exchange for a little extra prune juice mixed into the dessert that was served to their end of the table last night. It’s all harmless, really."

"I didn’t drink, either."

Both elves looked down at the human. "What?" the prince asked.

"I didn’t drink. I mean, I wasn’t drunk—at least, not on the wine." The Ranger Apprentice grimaced, then looked directly up at Legolas. "It wasn’t the fruit of the vine that intoxicated me, Your Majesty. If I may be so bold as to say, it was the radiant light that overwhelmed me as you entered the room. It was as if the very air became too inferior to support the beauty of your presence! I couldn’t breathe, the world went blinding white, and the next thing I knew, I was on the floor looking up at a dozen faces staring down at me, and I was covered in silverware. I just couldn’t bear to have you see me like that!"

Silinde took a moment to glance at the prince.

Legolas was staring at the man, unblinking, with the Thranduilion Eyebrow Raise engaged with such full power it had caused the corner of his lip to lift up. "Eeewwwww," he said.

The man dropped his eyes back to the ground, sighing deeply with such despair that it made Silinde’s heart ache. "I guess I’ll be going now," he said.

He rose slowly to his feet, then reached out and took Legolas by the right hand. Raising it to his face, he touched the back of the prince’s hand to his fuzz of his cheek, closing his eyes for a brief moment before gently pressing a kiss to the soft skin between wrist and fingers. "Making your acquaintance has been the most fabulous thing to happen to me in my whole life. Thank you, my Queen."

Legolas’s head cocked over sideways with an audible ‘ding’.

"Did you just call me a Queen?" the prince intoned.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"Oh, Valar. Here it comes," Silinde whispered under his breath.

"Why, that’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me!"

"What?" Silinde said. He later swore he heard violins and harps strike up one of those sappy love tunes, though he wasn’t quite sure of the exact moment it happened. "Wait a minute! WHAT???"

Legolas squeezed the fingers that still encompassed his hand. "What do you say if we send Silinde here back to the palace to tell my father about the others, and you and I go do a little ‘hunting’ of our own?"

Silinde tapped the prince roughly on the shoulder. "Excuse me???"

"Wait a minute…he’s your FATHER? But... But... I thought you were married?"

"Us? Oh, no. We’re not married. We’re just friends." Legolas giggled. "Run along, Silinde. I’ll stop by later." Pulling the Ranger Apprentice by the hand, he started off down the path, leaving both his bow and quiver where they lay. "I don’t believe you ever told me your name," he said. "I’m Legolas, but I really like it when you call me ‘My Queen’. Nobody ever calls me that. I mean, I get ‘Princess’ on occasion, but you just have such a talent for instantly recognizing an elf’s true colors and going with it! That’s so unique! You must have really keen powers of observation or something, at least for a Ranger. Why, it’s really a shame we didn’t get to spend some time together last evening, but then with the prunes in the cake and all, I suppose maybe you were wise to react the way you did. Did the air really get hard to breathe when I came in? Oh, wow. That’s just amazing! Has anyone ever told you before that you have really strong hands? I guess since you fainted last night we’ll have to consider this ‘hunting trip’ as our first date. Since last night sort of got botched, I mean. Do you like my new boots? I got them just this week. Where did you get all that hair? I don’t have any hair on my chest. Maybe we could compare or something...."

Silinde stood with his mouth hanging open until even his sharp elven ears could no longer hear the prince’s chattering. After a while, he picked up the quiver full of arrows and the bow and headed back toward the palace.

The banana peel stayed by the log, waiting to decompose.

Oh, Brother! Chapter 4 Wine

alliwantisanelf — Fri, 31 Dec 2010 08:06:01 GMT

Oh, Brother! Chapter 3 The Love Letter

alliwantisanelf — Fri, 31 Dec 2010 07:52:43 GMT

Author: alliwantisanelf
Fandom: Lord of the Rings FPS Aragorn/Legolas
For schmoop_bingo
Title: Oh, Brother! (aka The Most Beautiful Creature In Middle-earth)
Prompt: Wild Card – The Love Letter
Medium: fic
Word Count: 758
Rating: PG
Warnings: none
Summary: Chapter Three of the "Oh, Brother!" series. Aragorn, a young Ranger’s Apprentice, meets the true object of his affections for the first time, and pens a message about the experience to Elladan and Elrohir, his foster brothers at home in Rivendell. Pre-Fellowship.

Chapter 3 The Love Letter

Legolas Thranduilion, Prince of Mirkwood, stretched himself out along the top of the dark blue duvet, lying diagonally face-up across the huge bed, one hand lazily twirling his left warrior braid around and around his index finger. In the other hand he held a handwritten note on slightly crumpled and fairly dirty parchment paper.

"In all my years, my love, I have never seen such exquisite beauty as that which you possess," he read aloud. " 'Your eyes are like sapphires, your skin like white sheets of laundry blowing as it dries in the freshness of a summer breeze'—who in Mordor’s Mines would say something like that???" He laughed out loud, rolling onto his belly and bending his knees as he kicked his bare feet in the air. "Look, Silinde! My toes are flapping in the wind!"

"You should not make fun, Legolas," Silinde answered, smacking him on the back of one velvet covered thigh. "Someone poured his heart out for his true love to see, and you should have left that note where it lay until its rightful intended could recover it."

"Oh, you’re no fun." The prince pushed himself up and climbed off the bed, wandering over to the mirrored dresser at the corner of his room. He plopped himself down into the chair beside it and leaned over to peer closely into his own eyes. "Who do you suppose wrote it? And more importantly, who do you suppose it’s written about?"

Silinde sighed and rubbed one hand across his brow. Being friends with the prince had its advantages, but it was a well-known fact that once Legolas set his mind on something, a full century could pass before he would let it go. "I suppose it could be from anyone in the realm. It did mention that the recipient had light-colored hair though, did it not?"

Legolas chuckled and held the note up to read again, though he long before had memorized every word. "Let’s see... 'Would that I could only touch a single strand of your golden hair! As fine as silk, as lovely as the yellow rose that waits for the life-giving energy from the Sun and opens itself with fragrant bloom....’ Shall I go on?"

The heavy oak door creaked open and Thranduil, King of Mirkwood leaned in. "Procrastinating again? Legolas! What am I going to do with you?" the king intoned, working to suppress a smile as he scowled at his youngest offspring. "Why aren’t you dressed yet? You’re going to be late for dinner."

"I did not think you’d need me tonight, Ada. Silinde and I were going to eat together, to talk about our strategy for the hunting party tomorrow."

The king smiled softly at his two adventurers. Best friends for centuries, Silinde had been a faithful companion to the young prince. There once had been a time when Thranduil thought he’d have to nudge them both a little harder in the direction of some of the elf-maidens in their community, but since Silinde had started spending a little less time with Legolas and a little more time with Saelbeth’s daughter, Thranduil’s hope for little blond-haired, blue-eyed grandchildren had again been renewed.

"I’m sorry, my son. Your presence is required after all. Alagthod and his latest band of Ranger Apprentices will be joining us tonight."

"Awww, Ada!" The young prince whined pitifully. "They’re so smelly, and there’s all that hair!"

Silinde let out a very undignified snort. Though his friend pretended offense, he’d seen the way Legolas looked at the face and body hair of those of the race of Men who had managed to make their way through Thranduil’s well-protected borders. Tied up in spider silk and threatened with a pair of scissors, Legolas would be quick to admit his burgeoning fetish with what came growing out of the chins and chests of Middle-earth Men. Of that, Silinde had no doubt.

"Get dressed, Legolas. Now." Thranduil turned and started off down the hall as he called back over his shoulder, "Lend something slinky to Silinde and he can attend as well. You’ll both provide a wealth of entertainment."

Legolas shut the heavy door and leaned his forehead against the grain of the wood. "Over two thousand years, and he still tells me what to do," he lamented, eyes closed. He took a cleansing breath and collected his thoughts before pushing himself away from the door with both forearms. "At least we’ll get a chance to see who might be the true recipient of this love letter."

On to Chapter 4

Oh, Brother! Chapter 2 Crying

alliwantisanelf — Fri, 31 Dec 2010 07:40:32 GMT

Author: alliwantisanelf
Title: Oh, Brother! (aka The Most Beautiful Creature In Middle-earth)
Fandom: Lord of the Rings FPS Aragorn/Legolas
For schmoop_bingo
Prompt: Crying
Medium: fic
Word Count: 592
Rating: G-NC-17
Warnings: Again, if it smells like het, and it looks like het....bear with me.
Summary: Chapter 2 of the "Oh, Brother!" series. Aragorn, a young Ranger’s Apprentice, meets the true object of his affections for the first time, and pens a message about the experience to Elladan and Elrohir, his foster brothers at home in Rivendell. Pre-Fellowship.

Chapter 2 Crying

Dear Elladan and Elrohir,

I waited all day at the lake today, but the fair creature of my dreams from yesterday never appeared. Could I really have imagined it? The bruise where I pinched myself on the arm is less purple than last night, but is still there. I find myself completely filled with despair as it appears that Alagthod plans to move on toward the Iron Hills within the next day or so, to teach the Ranger Apprentices more about how to hide our tracks in the red dust, I suppose. How will I be able to hide the tracks of my tears with a trail of mud following me? Alas! I am forever changed!

I fear she will never return to her bathing spot. I will never lay eyes upon her lovely face again, never gaze upon her beloved countenance in awe at the beauty that radiated from within. My heart is torn asunder, wrenched from my chest and stomped as flat as if it had been trod upon by a crudely made Orc boot. This evening, I sought to tie a boulder around my neck and throw myself into the water of the lake so that I could sink into the bottomless depths surrounded by the liquid medium that so fortunately touched every inch of her wondrous, luminescent skin yesterday, but alas, one of the other Apprentices came upon me as I was searching for a rock of the proper weight and my wish will have to wait until another day. Like, maybe tomorrow.

Oh, brothers! She really was the most beautiful creature that has ever taken a single breath of the air of Middle-earth. In fact, I do believe the fresh scent of honeysuckle blooming in the early days of spring may in fact emanate from that soft place underneath where her arm connects to her chest. When I envision the way she stretched her arms above her head before folding so gracefully to dive beneath the cool water, I can smell it just as if I were standing right now surrounded by the vine in Father’s gardens!

(I must admit that her only fault might be that she seemed a bit flat-chested. I did not gaze directly upon her, feeling that perhaps we might should leave something for our wedding night (not to mention that she would have seen me), but do you think that maybe Father might have an herb for that? Or one of the archery trainers possibly would be able to suggest some exercises?)

Alas! Oh, woe is me! Yet, again, I must remember that she has not appeared to me since that first time that she graced my meager life with her exquisite presence. It is a cruel world, indeed.

My brothers, I suppose I shall try to take one moment of joyless time for every two breaths of complete despair until I see you in the next fortnight or so. Please pardon the spots on this parchment, for it seems that my soul is leaking slowly from the corners of my eyes, scattering across these words as they are slowly being ripped from the depths of my innermost being, abandoned here just as my heart has been by the Fairy Goddess who resides within the trees and bathes in the lake of Mirkwood.

Your brother with the broken heart,

Estel

P.S. I think I will leave a note at the edge of the water, just in case she should come back after we move on tomorrow. Hopefully she can read my handwriting.

On to Chapter 3

Oh, Brother! Chapter 1 Secret Admirer

alliwantisanelf — Fri, 31 Dec 2010 07:31:33 GMT

Author: alliwantisanelf
Fandom: Lord of the Rings FPS Aragorn/Legolas
For schmoop_bingo
Title: Oh, Brother! (aka The Most Beautiful Creature In Middle-earth)
Prompt: Secret Admirer
Medium: fic
Word Count: 1250
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: If is smells like het, and it looks like het, it might not BE het. Things are not always what they seem. Hang on. I promise it'll be worth it.
Summary: Chapter One of the "Oh, Brother!" series. Aragorn, a young Ranger’s Apprentice, meets the true object of his affections for the first time, and pens a message about the experience to Elladan and Elrohir, his foster brothers at home in Rivendell. Pre-Fellowship.

Chapter 1 Secret Admirer

Dear Elladan and Elrohir,

I know this letter will not reach you for some time, but I have something incredible to tell you that cannot wait! I’m writing this down so that I will not overlook one single, fragile moment of the glorious experience that made up my thirtieth day as a Ranger’s Apprentice when I am finally able to share this with you in person. Hopefully, a messenger will be dispatched to Rivendell in the morning and he will bring you this most wonderful news.

Today—Oh, dear brothers! Today, I met the most beautiful creature ever to breathe the air of Middle-earth.

This morning, just before dawn, the Head Ranger assigned each Apprentice a different herb or plant to discover in the wood, with instructions to harvest it in the proper manner, and to bring it back to Camp. I was searching along a wandering stream that led to a pool of clear water, looking for athelas to add to my pack. You know it, the kingsfoil plant? It took some time, but I finally found a small patch of the herb, and drew my dagger from my belt to cut the stems. As I knelt there beside a very large oak tree, I saw a flash of brilliant light, almost as if the Sun had removed itself from the sky and come to rest a short distance in front of me.

It was an elf.

Her skin was as pale as moonlight in the dead of winter; smooth as the surface of a deepwater lake on a cloudless morning in those still moments before dawn when not even the winged birds have begun their song. She wore no clothing save for the most radiant head full of hair I have ever had the pleasure of observing. It was not dark, as is yours or mine, but rather a light golden yellow, and it shone with the luminescence of a thousand beams of light.

How she glowed! The mere sight of her left me breathless and weak!

Afraid of disturbing her, I crouched silently against the tree trunk, frozen in position while I watched. She left not a single imprint in the soft, tall grass as she made her way to the edge of the water and cautiously dipped the toes of one foot into the lake, leaving undulating circles to mar the perfect reflection of her visage.

Imagine, not one but TWO of her! Be still my heart! And imagine I did, for from my hiding place all I could see was that glorious hair and the soft rounded globes that gave way to the longest, sleekest legs I have ever laid eyes upon.

Before I could let out a moan of disappointment at this affront to her pulchritude and give my hiding place away, she gathered herself up and leaped like a deer into the air as she dove head first into the pond. Being nearly the same height as I am, it was my belief that her splash would be heard as loud as a vibrant clap of thunder, but imagine my surprise when her entry proved to be so silent that, for a few moments, I believed I had dreamed the whole thing!

She resurfaced a short distance from where she went in, after a long period of time during which I passed from thinking I had imagined her completely through the sustained moment where I feared for her life. What a gift to be able to hold one’s breath for what amounted to a complete eternity! I had to take several deep gasps of air myself during the time she was below the shining surface of the water, and I still have a bruise on my arm where I pinched myself to be sure I was not merely dreaming. My arm is still very purple, and I’ll show it to you to prove it when I next return to Rivendell.

She bobbed around for some time, and I could see from where I hid that she had clear, sharp eyes the color of a mid-morning summer sky that sparkled like diamonds, and the cutest little bow of a mouth, with soft lips that surely must taste like wedding day cake icing even though they were the same shade of pink as the rose climbing up the wall beside the front gate of Father’s garden. She licked them with her tongue, and Valar forbid, I swear I shuddered with the force of a thousand marching Mumakil at the sight of that!

I watched, fascinated, as a tiny bead of glistening moisture clung precariously to the tip of one immaculately pointed ear, dreading the time it would have to cease contact with her and rejoin the other droplets that made up the water of the pond. Like that drop, I, too, wanted to desperately to touch her, to cling to her forever, but alas, it was not to be.

At least, not for now.

She swam for a while, diving here and there with her immaculate bottom breaching the surface each time she folded herself in half and strove to reach the bottom of the pond. I cannot believe she did not hear my heart pounding in my chest, for it left me deafened. She wasn’t fishing, I don’t suppose, for she always returned empty-handed, but sometimes I swear she must have managed to snare something within her fingers, for she made the cutest faces and the sounds coming from her throat were most enticing. After a long period of thought, I determined that she must have been bathing herself in the clear water. That, or maybe she was just hot from all the energy it must require for her skin to glimmer like that and was trying to cool herself off. I don’t really know, but I was seriously beginning to need cooling down myself.

Before long-- it seemed like only moments though the numbness in my legs afterward indicated it must have been most of an hour-- she swam over to the bank and began to climb skillfully out of the pond. I ducked back behind the tree trunk for cover, fearful that I was about to be discovered. When I dared to peek once again, she was standing with her back to me and using her long-fingered hands to carefully wring the water from hair now gone the color of dark honey fresh from the beehive in that old tree behind the stables. I knew it was rude of me to observe her without making my presence known, but the sight of her left me so breathless I could not have managed a squeak if an Orc’s arrow had pierced me through the testicles right on the very spot!

She stood in the green grass for a bit of time while the Sun shone upon her and the wind caressed her from head to toe, before gathering her clothing from a fallen log and disappearing just as suddenly as she came. I waited and waited, until it was almost dark, but she did not return.

Oh, brothers! How I wish that I could see her again! Not just in dreams, but to have the gift of pressing just one mere tip of a finger to that pale, glowing skin, or to feel that silky mane brush against my cheek while the wind plays with each strand of her golden hair!

Alas, I fear Father will not be pleased with my marks from today, as the athelas I had gathered was withered and crushed in my palm when I returned to Camp. Perhaps my correct usage in this letter of some of the words from my Vocabulary lessons will help to appease his anger. Put in a good word or two for me with him, won’t you? Especially if they have more than three syllables.

I’ve asked the Head Ranger if I can have another chance at gathering kingsfoil at dawn tomorrow. I’ll be returning to the pond again.

Wish me luck.

Your foster brother,

Estel

On to Chapter 2

alliwantisanelf — Mon, 01 Nov 2010 03:56:02 GMT

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alliwantisanelf — Sat, 30 Oct 2010 04:46:08 GMT

I think it might be really too obvious why I love THIS ONE: